Rush Of Hazy Dreams Poem by praneeth remidi

Who created these dreams?
Of himself, why is he scared to reveal?
In sleep I hear my screams
To get rid of those, is there a peel?

How he knows that I am asleep?
For I sleep half a night
Crossing my eyes, how it goes so deep
Despite my tough fight

The doors on all sides are locked
The uninvited and manner less guest,
Those doors you would have knocked
Before you enter, the shameless beast

Of it I don't remember the beginning
Of it I forget the end
I complain the entire theme is baffling
Doesn't mean that you again send

In it you make me too to act
I fight and cry to compete
How fun you make out of it
When I get a defeat