Pragmatism

So many balloons fly.
So many dreams, ideas,
Aspirations and desire float
In the sky-high.
They float around
In lazy idleness,
Carrying me along;
I fly with them.
They are my dreams, ideas and desires,
Released out of my head;
My ambitious,
achievement oriented mind.

I hope a few of them
Would land somewhere,
Achieving a solid ground sometime
and with them
I would land too.
Solid ground is what everyone needs.
High up in the air
It's all just plain emptiness and silence,
Cold, aloof, unfathomable vastness,
No substance.

How long could a bird keep flying?
Sometime it would need to land
Its feet firmly on solid ground
Come back to reality, pragmatic.
The ground is where
the action is,
where truth resides.
This is where
dreams have to compete.
Ideas will get tested,
Singed in fire
And emerge pure, shining like gold.
Coloured balloons in the sky,
Can do nothing
But only fly! 

Copyright @ Goutam Dutta

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com. View all posts by gdutta17