Dreams
Dreams---
A source of inspiration for the tired soul.
We do when we seek a solution bold.
Always creative and passionately told.
Feels like deja vu when realised whole.
Oh brain, you are a complex mixture.
Of rationality and failed ideology.
You guide me silently in sleep,
Till I wake with an eureka glee.
Holding my hand blissfully free.
Teaching me the meaning that I lack
Which makes me live a life, anew.
I wish I relive the moment again, with you.
Oh, the great old knowledge tree,
I tell these mysteries with you,
Or until I remain free.
Udit---
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