Dreams Poem by Abdul Hakeem Parannur

Often in my sleep
A new world opens to me
As I step in the door closes
A wraithlike crystal world

Mostly I am the spectator
Watching the life as a film
And sometimes an actor
Who got a role to do

Sometimes I lead the dream
Or else I follow others
Bad dreams sting me
Little dreams make me glad.

What’s this dream made of?
To be broken soon I wake up
I see things crystal clear
But fade away in veracity

Who opens the door to dreams?
Only to shut too quickly
Why there’s a dream to us
To console, to please or to sadden?