The sky never remembers <br />The storm clouds and the lashing <br />rain, <br />The mighty black churnings of the <br />hurricane. <br />The sky never remembers the lightning <br />Which dances across it’s face <br />Nor the deafening thunder <br />That reverberates through it’s eternal <br />space. <br />The sky never remembers, <br />The billowing white clouds, <br />The radiance of the dazzling sun, <br />Nor the glitter of the golden moon- <br />beams. <br />But with the passing of each day, <br />The sky never forgets <br />To present a clean blue slate <br />Where nothing remains written or <br />etched; <br />Where everything is transitory. <br />The sky never forgets to look down in <br />amusement, <br />To see the passing show, <br />As the billowing clouds float, drifting out of <br />One nothingness into another… <br />Way down below. <br />For reality is illusion <br />And illusion is reality.<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/illusion-and-reality-2/