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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