of rainbows, dreams, dark nights and illusions...

This is a piece i had written a long time ago.somehow i caught a tear rolling down my cheek while reading it today.
I guess there are moments when even fiction can come out alive to haunt the one creating it :)

standing on the other side of the rainbow,
i wonder if everything i see is an illusion...

the flowers around look brighter,
the worries weighing me down seem lighter,
a magic blue blanket in the sky i see,
lost in each other--both you and me...
rain drops quenching the thirst of the dry parched earth,
smiles each one a million dollars worth,
no tears glistening for reasons new,
love in the air with just me and you...

standing on the other side of the rainbow,
i wonder if everything i see is just an illusion...

but slowly the night approaches and the rainbow is gone,
the illusion gets hazy but the dream is still on.
the flowers dont harbour hope to bloom,
a thousand worries above me loom,
i search the sky for stars in vain,
and i find myself on that dark lonely lane.
i look around but ive lost that smile,
the rain had come to stay perhaps only for a while...

new tears flow for reasons old,
a painful realisation as i suddenly grow cold...

ive been there before and then drifted apart,
cos dreaming has always broken my heart.

standing on the other side of the rainbow,
i still wonder if everything i see is just an illusion...