Reflections

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...