Who wrote like this...
You are in my dreams..
I laughed a lot for reason
Dream is an illusion
When comes to reality
Dreams vanish as rainbow
Thinking again and again it
Really mean expectations..
Better forget dreams
But a colour of joy left
Always in the bottom, was it love?
Love tends to dream
Looks tempt to remember
Words lead to ecstasy
Actions too get adored
If fondness, liking, intimacy, what else
How can all be distinguished..
All these asking queries to myself..
When time flowed ahead
It brought tough seasons
Some phase very hard
Forgetting to smile or look back
Good words and dreams flied
Entire vacuum filled dark
Silence engulfed around
Then searched where hopes
Passion and choices gone
Only duty holds to perform
Endorsed forcefully often
Fulfilling priorities of power
Like it or not, duty of status
Existence demands no way out!
Learn to invite many words
Peace, happiness, satisfaction
But still love, searched not found
Conscience bans to invite love
Only for stage appearance...
So, Love, please come in my dreams...