The Dream
In a cloudy dark night I lay restless,
My dreams speak my heart out, so I am afraid to sleep,
Because when I sleep I know the things in my heart would come to the fore, to my mind,
And I would be intent on following my mind which would have followed my heart.
So here I am, in a cloudy dark night, lying restless staring at a starless night.
Is it true? Is it real?
I think as I walk into my dream world touching the delicate glass like perfected world that shatters as I try to touch it.
A warmth felt like never before is the atmosphere of this world,
A feeling like never before is the aura of this world,
I walk on the meadows full of morning dew, the touch of it brightening up my face.
My hair caressed by the windy blows makes me rejoice the misty world.
I pray for this eternal bliss to be with me forever as I get enchanted by this mystifying spell on me.
I have been waiting to be in bliss like for a thousand years and here I am living it all in a just the blink of an eye as everything around me starts to turn back to what it had been!
And there I lay staring at a starless sky in a dark night that again triggers into my mind my world, my very own world of reality.
No, this was no Cindrella story, but just an incomplete story that could be true someday!
Until that day I would lie, staring at a starless sky, trying to find out one little twinkling star that struggles to shine in a dark night and would lose myself in the mystic spell of this dark night each day, because I believe that after a dark, stormy night, the stars do come out and shine, ruling the sky!
Copyright © Reya Mehrotra | Year Posted 2016
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