Dreams By My Bare Eyes... Poem by Bhawana Bhowmik

Was I awake or asleep when I dared to dream such courageous dreams?
The difference doesn’t matter, or does it.
For I know you are a part of my imagination and I am capable of
Creating you.
What matter’s is it was my dream a part of me.
Hidden beneath layers of 'ME' and so many Me's.

Forbidden maybe to go beyond the horizon
But you are a living proof of my mutiny.
Against my own meek desire to not succeed.
A crime to not want to do more then I should.