Dreams... Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

Dreams to we,
Dreams to thee
Forever and since,
A glimpse of glee…
A novel glean across,
Glisten gleam,
Dreams are desires
Glides along emotion’s stream…
Dreams,
Yore last in closed eyes flash,
Same flee vanish,
In unfold lash…
Dreams,
The tiny seeds
Bay of beatific beads,
The mind sows,
The source the origin,
Since where the beauteous morrow grows…
Behold thy dreams in thee,
Nevertheless a disguise prose,
It is thy emotion’s passion held by ye…
Dreams,
The sweetest mellows of cream,
Love thy dream,
Dream what thee love,
Frail not ye to deserve the cream,
Ye ought to dream…
Dreams,
The garden of desired fantasy,
Where the soul walks along
In silent hypocrisy…
Dreams are on warmth of fire,
While thy heart desires elevates thee,
Thy soul to an extreme high air…
Dream in ye ever,
Stretch thy apex forever
Let thy courage down never…
Dreams,
Drives thou in darkness of sky,
While thine body remains in unconscious shy,
Mirage of folks woke the soul,
In sheen of high
Nevertheless a flyover to fly…
People in dreams,
Boundless and calm,
Hence, not they built,
Barriers, bridges and walls…
Dreams views grace and beauty,
While,
Feelings feel the bounty of it,
Even the dream manipulates,
Lunatics, lovers and poets,
However,
The feelings of imagination
The motion of dreams completes it…
Within a dream,
A soul hopes real,
A real hope wipes off darkness away,
Within a darkness,
A life hopes death,
The awaited dream of death calls mortality,
However,
While the dream awakes yet its sleep,
It again a bright immortality wakes…
Dreams of immortality,
Brings thee thy death,
Dreams of ultimate mortality,
Brings ample of glory and sustained faith…
Think huge, desire high,
A small dream wails thy try…
Ye forever and since,
Dream alike such,
To thy vision dream,
The world may watch…