Still We Love To Have A Dream

Disturbing, suddenly ceasing the peaceful showers.

The horror of nightmares flashes all day,
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Loosing someone in virtual vision of grey.

Traumatizing the soul of peaceful journey

Dipwords

Dreams! Always hurt.

When delights break, and we expect more;

Or when the bizarre of it is awfully sore.

Still we love to have a dream.

Recalling only the shadows of those dreams,

Or many times a book of mystery all it seems.

At times, we wake up to realize

Sorrowful inexistence of that delight.

Forming just few moments that escaped hours,

Disturbing, suddenly ceasing the peaceful showers.

The horror of nightmares flashes all day,

Loosing someone in virtual vision of grey.

Traumatizing the soul of peaceful journey,

Blending poison beads in the spirit of honey.

Outcomes of dreams, though are so awful,

Still we desire to fly in delusion so playful.

Resting the real stresses aside for a while,

A crave to soar high in that mirage of exile.

Dreams! They always hurt,

Still we love to have a dream.

-Dipesh S. Balani

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