Heavy grey dreams
started my journey
of sleep when I
had nothing in my
mind to sweep
Shy outpourings
waved at brink
pleaded me to
rethink before I
allowed the flow
of my ink
I assured them
with a blink
Its nothing but
a life's strong drink
It asks me to link
with the rest of
the universe with
a sound knowledge
that I may
someday sink
At a far distant
corner of this earth
someone sees
dreams of pink
Dreams float
in the air when
we're asleep
Their interaction
with each other
may bring colors,
I think
Last night,
I stood at the highest
peak pleading a lady
to stitch some cushions
lately, she refused
leaving me confused
What I was doing
with stitches n' threads
those colorful spreads
when I ought to be
on plains to get
mended those
broken window panes?
Dreams can take one
anywhere when the
need is to just sleep
and wake up early
to perform fair
Dreams, after all
are dreams,
providing material
for poetic themes
In my case,
they badly fail
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