Reality seems harsh to me,I seek refuge in dreams,
Where I can change things at my whims.
Where fancies take strange shapes,
I can taste sweet escape.
Where colours blend into music and I hear melody.
No touch of reality can mar this ecstasy.
Yet dreams are transient beings,they disappear at the break of day.
No matter how much I wish,it fades away.
Woken up to another day,going through the same dull routine.
Memories of the last vivid dream,somehow wiped clean.
Where I can change things at my whims.
Where fancies take strange shapes,
I can taste sweet escape.
Where colours blend into music and I hear melody.
No touch of reality can mar this ecstasy.
Yet dreams are transient beings,they disappear at the break of day.
No matter how much I wish,it fades away.
Woken up to another day,going through the same dull routine.
Memories of the last vivid dream,somehow wiped clean.
you know lately someone wishes me sweet dreams every night before I go to bed and his wishes were coming true but I realized The ecstasy of dreams actually makes reality harsh ... It swells up the pain of absence more ... you get up to a miserable morning with a void you know that no one can fill ...
ReplyDeleteyet we dream and we smile when it's sweet ...
That's the whole point......of dreaming..and of waking up.......
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