The hidden places in our minds,
Goes by the name of ‘dreams’,
Mystery and reality it skilfully binds,
Into a magical journey of our thoughts.
Lore’s say, the places we travel unknowingly,
Happily in the train of our subconscious,
Is reflected best when we are in sleep,
To explore the magic of our thoughts.
These fragments of past and future,
Tease us in our deep slumber,
Amalgamation of what we see and hear,
Results in lucid vision of dreams.
These dreams bridges our mind and brain,
Into a world never visited before,
A new game where we neither lose nor gain,
Only see what we don’t want to see for real.
It’s a journey into a world unknown,
Where some wishes and desires come true,
Or it’s only the budding plant from the seed you sown,
In the soil enveloped with mystery and ambiguity.
Waking up with the fragments of the dream in sleep,
And then solving like a jigsaw puzzle,
And you try to find out by digging so deep,
Digging in the obscure land of dreams.
