Dreams Poem by Nitya Swaruba

I drift in this dream
Hands stretched out
Nothing's what it seems
But I dismiss all doubt

For a moment I can see
The next shakes it away
What makes me breaks me
Wake me and take me away

Every dream world is my own
A foggy brew of my illusions
One sip and I'm stoned
A clear view of my delusions

My every step floats in air
In a leap I cross a lake
Not a soul seems to care
It is real, even if it is fake

Some constant some casual
Make my thoughts diverge
Some painful some sensual
In dreams my desires converge

One makes me fly over roofs
Another stabs my every wound
Too good or bad to be true
In brilliant nights I'm consumed

In dreams of what I love most
I'm the guest and the host
Faceless beings float beside
Who I know I can't decide

I walk along the dreamy road
In search of what's concealed
I don't tire I don't get bored
Until my reason is revealed

I trip and fall, I jump, I glide
Every end's the edge of a cliff
I escape, not run and hide
Every corner I turn is a gift

I live here in this dream of mine
With no clue what comes next
Scenes change giving me a sign
That whatever it is, it'll be best

A distant noise, I hear a voice
Then something I know appears
I get to hold close what I want most
Every feel and touch registers

The world moves around me
I stand there, taking in everything
Time stops for me, seems so easy
I'm lost, lost in moments meant to be.