Dreams,
Streams of dreams,
About it, I wrote reams and reams
Source unknown from where it springs
Brings all emotions to life without strings
Untamed fantasies, direful phobias,
Deep yearning with burning aspirations,
Nostalgic memories of forgone pasts,
No sooner one passes, the other starts
At times I find myself in deepest dark
Those moments when I cry,
Spontaneous emotions soaring high,
Anger, lust, greed and envy,
Moments forbidden preceding untold guilt
Yet there are times when these vices wilt
Every night when I enter dream
I hear sounds of laughing and scream
Unveiling every time a new state of affairs
Sometimes I wander like a mystic in forest,
There are times when I become ruler and rest,
Yet sometimes fighting hard to win battle,
Yet other moments when I am ordinary,
Feeding my cattle
There are times of dejections
Haunting nightmares and rejections
I witness all in mysterious magical dreamy world
But all vanishes in a flash,
When my eyelids open,
Eyes witnessing a new dawn
Life starts again with a beautiful morn.
sreejith
Yes, you have tried honestly to illustrate the origin of dream like a philosopher. I respect your mission. Very carefully written last line is superb....Life starts again with a beautiful morn.....and again you try to dip in your subconscious to find out the chamber where dreams rule with magic-stick in hand. Thank you for your invitation. Regards, pranab
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams, the most colorful fantasy in life, get a meaning through this poem. Nice poem.