A Truth, Dream Also. Poem by ritty patnaik

truely without dreams
how jaded and dry
our lives would be!
a strange relationship,
between truth and dream
surely like the umbilical chord
attached to mother and child.

sometimes, strangely,
dreams and truth,
can be the same
to be in truth
is to be alive
to breathe, and
have clarity of vision.
the fervent desire of
dream is truth.
truth turns its sides,
alone it is restless,
truth cries in pain
and burns till
it proves its mettle.

in the morning
dreams step down,
from the ladder of reverie,
taking a backseat,
confining itself,
often not remembered
in vivid memory,
of the mind.

sometimes,
at the end of dream,
one tries to hold on,
in bits and pieces,
thinking it is true.,
as we catch our breath!