A Dream Poem by Subarna Chakraborty

A dream in the morning,
They say, comes true.
A dream of you
I went through.
I saw you — a little vague, a little shy,
Perhaps it was me, I don't know why.
You stood still,
Your wide eyes met mine.
Can I call it luck?
Or fate, or destiny?
I know it sounds a little uncanny,
The way I exaggerate feelings.
But one thing I know for sure —
It wasn't something from the lore,
That I fell for you in some realm,
And destiny stitched you into my dream.
You know my heart is rooted in pain,
But storms grow tired, slipping away like rain.
That's what I told myself, lost in blue
As a dream in the morning, they say, comes true.