My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities.
My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only reality and reflect my true personality, what if I get only a few, happy they have precious you.
My dreams aren’t in my control, they flash what has been so far untold, now I need not beg anyone or need a grant from someone.
My dreams are what I really miss, your glimpse, your company, a hug and a kiss, my dreams keep fueling my reality, they help me maintain my sanity, now I’m learning to train my mind, as I know where and what to find.
For my dreams have just me and you and are now the only rendezvous to meet you..
Wanting more of you in the bed of moon, where present and past were disrobing. The bee stings, O my god, arrange the pure darkness of milk, hanging on persona of future. The yielding was painful, its blankness. You were
Perhaps she lives In our dreams alone, She whose face is Illumined By the rays Of the sun, While the dansette plays Some romantic melody, O how I love The one Who lives in my perfect love. It’s so strange,
There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world, Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one. Moreover, in a perfect world,