Unfulfilled Dreams Poem by Syed Ishfaq Fazili

They are sewn in the pillow
but when I put an overnight weight
of my head on it.It compresses.
As vapours the dreams creep out
through the loose stitches
and enter into my quilt;
all night with zest
saunter in the metropolitan cities
of my heart:
leave me in undiscovered skies puzzled
with bright stars dazzled.
The night passes in utopia
and in an intoxicant hour
of morning-sleep
when I lift my head up
The pillow recovers slowly,
some leaving whiffs of its vapours say:
'If we were not sewn in it,
your world would have been a mirage.
Attest! what you possessed!
see you!