Dreamland

 Dreamland


Floating on a mist of love embracing the skin

In a home from which far I had been

My eyes are closed and yet I see all

Travelers celebrating after death in the yawl.

 

There is a world far away from here

Where anything you do, people cheer

No boundaries anywhere as we can read hearts

Of each other, and without saying convo starts.

 

It’s a land of dreamers – Dreamland it is called

Where love doesn’t need poetries or words scrawled

We dreamers connect through music within

As shown in movies as the union of two souls begin.

 

Here, in Dreamland only those are allowed the who dream

Anything is fine, but dreaming is a must, with or without a theme

A kind of home where I always wanted to be at

Something which mortal life prohibits from building or making that.

 

Monday morning, and back to Reality

The compelling need for survival is back in all totality

The next tour to Dreamland is again five days far away;

Till then I should work on those tickets by Friday.

 

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