The Dream

It was in a dream which was more of a vision You first crossed my way and filled me in trepidation Filled with wonder I couldn’t but ponder Why I had a dream about someone rarely I knew How Could it happen I knew not the least, But the plays of destiny had written it all And the happenings thereafter could only prove it right That the dreams can come true and marvel us at once Nature conspired as to what to happen next And all those moments turned to be the best It was never planned but had to happen then Seems like it was written bold in our craniums Sometimes I wonder was that my desire Sometimes I wonder was that my destiny…