A Reverie Or Nightmare?

I picked you up from fallen ashes and made you mine after all the hassles.

Made trysts with destiny to never disassociate again, always shall be dissevered forever.

The casuarina tree at a distant terrain, quivering her leaves endorsed the bargain, while we promised each other with our arms embraced, to brawl never.

The canaries' melodies pronounced the conjunction to the world, while my whirlpool of emotions unfurled. You danced to the music of time as nature televised the resplendent showtime.

Your frail body, despite being scarred and bruised, twirled around the wisps of clouds like her pristine divinity in her ballgowns. 

We flew round the castles of our myriad dreams whilst the clouds played tambourines. The labyrinth of passion engulfed us as we sailed the boats of compassion.

The magical yarn was being spun when unanticipatedly, a shock wave hit my head. Why was I once dead? They said, we were love birds! Then what was the cause of such a fuss! Did we let our guards down or played the wrong cards? Or did we just not trust him? 

When the tempest was raging and you're back I was craving, you harmonised with the commotion saying, it was just a fault in our stars, although my vacillation was scarce. I hate to, but it's convenient to think now, we hadn't kept our vow, instead, you were waiting upon my demonstration of devotion to you, whilst I crossed over the toughest of mountains to unite with you. Is that so? Or am I being too shallow? 

 I am laboured to think but it has reached to the brink and can't stop my scream, "Your Colosseum of such pitiful entertainment is inconspicuous, in fact a juxtapose to the colossal of love I harbour ". 

Insanity mitigated the next second and reality hit hard, making me cry on my knees, "I am sorry. It's such an aweful macabre!".

You kept staring at me like you knew nothing.

Was I only overthinking? 

 Thoughts are Un synced. Nature seems to be in discord too, although, your head rests on my chest and my hands on your head. 

Why is this intrusion of cynicism?

Why does it feel so tiresome?

Why is the cacophony growing and the heat soaring?

Why don't I feel your embrace anymore? 

Where is Aladdin's magical carpet and Noah's boat? 

Why does everything feel so remote?

 

Oh! I dozed! 

I woke up with a thudder in my heart.

That was a reverie. Or a nightmare?