Twice a Dream twice in a row
In a single sleep raw, but could not trace
Was it in deep sleep or déjà vu of dreams?
Twenty five years of sleeping experience
Twenty five years of dreaming sense
Never bores, never roars- only does their job;
This time, one of few times, leaves like
Horrifying, terrifying tension of mesmerizing, sensualizing,
Loving orchestra of acoustic dream,
Still the rhythm goes on…
Which one is real- dreamt one or lived,
Opened eyes or closed?
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