Dream The Dreams

     Here, the world appears a dream,

       For countless, including me.

       Everything looks like mirages,

          In that dreamland.

      Everyone runs to catch them,

       Simply to feel disheartened,

         After realizing the truth. 

      The clouds push each other,

       Abruptly they move away.

       This is the place of dreams,

     We have no idea about its roots,

         Neither about its end.

            Is it a myth?

    Still, it has been settled deep within.

      There is room for my dreams,

      For a fairy tale or a dark night.

            It is all mine,

        Nobody risks stepping in.

          It is a no-entry zone,

         Where I am the creator,

          Of my own dream.

          A unique segment,

         In the tangible world,

          For me to savor it.

       Here happiness multiplies,

         Sadness has no place.

            No limitations,

          To even laugh loudly.

           Dreams are clear,

       As bright as the full moon.

        They are also complex,

         Like buried secrets.

         Nightmares do exist,

          In the dream world,

     That gives only sweat in the end.

         My dreams seem endless,

            Running towards me.

              One pops in,

         With others seating mute.

            My days are limited,

          The ideas are limitless,

       Where to start and how to do?.

          I believe in my dreams,

          They are my life goals,

         To achieve it eventually.

           If I fail to succeed,

        Never will I regret the time.

           Later I will be glad,

      As I tried to at least reach there.

        

           Dreams hold powers,

             Like prayers do.

            Some are completed,

            Others get shattered,

         Many lay hanging till the end.

            It alters the play,

            At the last moment.

         I collect my dreams together,

           I pray to get them done,

           Since I have belief in me.

           They give me wings,

           To fly and meet them,

          Even if it lingers for a day,

             Or the entire life.

            

         I will never cease to dream,

         It's the salvation to freedom.

        The very world may be great,

        Yet, I will prefer my dreamland.

          Dreams live in my mind,

        They only open their gates,

      The moment we start trusting them.