Dreams Poem by Dhara Kothari

Dreams that come softly tapping on the mind's door
Flowing like water, sweeping through rifts unconsciously
Reaching the layers of mind's innermost core
Foretelling the stories hidden deeply.

Dreams in haze or crystal clear
Passes by with you peeping in like a watcher
Sometimes foretelling future like a seer
Or a fear that spills out in an overdrawn battle.

Dreams that touch deeply
Or tickle your varied emotions
A new world that never could really be
Or could it be in different formations?

Dreams why do they come?
Entertain, relaxation, recurring, forewarn
Fear, happiness, desires, trouble,
Or unfulfilled deep satiated karmas.

Dreams never let the mind really sleep
Seven stages, spiraling, in circles
Allow it to subdue, never let it leap
Remember it on awaken and they'll disappear.