Dreams

Dreams short poem

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As I dream my dreams aboard
The craft that cruises the dreamy road
The joys that unfold every second
Engulf my soul through every bend

Every event that bounces back
Is a source of joy through almanac
The darkest of the event is made
As positive as the healing jade

Every anonymous and ordinary affair
Is transformed into a colourful fair
In my dreams, I am wide awake
Searching the dullest deed to rake

Reality may be dull and sad
Making my life somewhat bad
But events enter my dreams and shine
Converting my calm waters into wine

And my soul intoxicated by this wine
Relishes the events upon them to dine
I continuously jazz in the drop dead trance
And eternally delve into the dreamy dance

As the pleasure fills my soul
And makes my mind and heart to roll
I wish to stay there day and night
And enjoy my dreams with all my might

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Working as Vice Principal in a college in Mumbai. Can play key board, guitar and mouth organ. Voracious reader Hold a Masters Degree in Aesthetics
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Aloke
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It is joie de vivre which inspire the poet to write such a poem.

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