Dark alleys of dreams,
Bright lane of obscure thoughts
Awakening to a morose ring,
Churning desire to adore the strange.
I yearn for a clearer mind
Invoke the divine soul
Wishing for an enhanced dream,
For the illusions rest and veracity permeates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very good invoking...when reality comes in illusions have to leave....well done, divya, , ,