At times I dread dreams
These dreams can give momentary happiness
But not extricate
One from the ocean of grief forever,
Such like rosy dreams
I see too
Some times I become a fairy and
Enter the home of fairies.
At times I become a butterfly and
Continue my journey
At times I become a flower
And adorn the garden,
At times I become moonlight
And become an object of people’s love
But soon after I wake up in fear,
That dreams in fact are nothing
But self deceits .

A VERSE
In my world of dreams and thoughts
You alone live unaware.