I Want my Dreams back

Every night in my dreams

I found solace in the world of my fictional realities,

Figures of my impossibilities in the possible life

Of mine.

There exist two ends for me,

Life with in the dreams and in the reality.

At the age of my ego and unsettled mind of

Reasoning and calculation,

I preferred the world I live in and the events I can see and feel.

Beauty of impossibilities and unfinished attracted me,

For, there I found the beauty of imperfection,

I loved imperfection.

Dreams helped me to satisfy all my needs and wants,

I became a super hero, nothing was impossible for me.

I lived all the professional status, marital status, economical status

And geographical status,

Living across the seven seas and mountains

My life was thrilled and thrilled.

On the bed, feasting my eyes and body with the sun light

And the sound of worldly effects,

I left me somewhere in the unknown lands

Or in the unknown memory of some man or woman.

Every night, every night my memory became the part of some anonymous

Memory and lives. I lived in all the possible memories of my

Figures in the dreams, never completed and never back,

I cursed my dreams for clowning me.

I took an oath- never dream that they cheat you.

Separating my dreams from my physical world, I welcomed

The conditionality of my physical world and life.

Now I don’t dream.

Rags of time pass by me and I witness them,

For, I have nothing to do with them.

I have no dream now, and I don’t live now, for,

I flight with the current of time.

In my dreams I loved beautiful, exquisite, timeless and delectable maiden

Of my favorite lands of this earth.

I lived with them forever and ever in peace and love.

Where are they? I have left me in their memories,

I have to meet them and I want my dreams back.

I cry and lament on the fate I married myself,

I left my dreams back for the sake of my philosophies and theories

Which I have designed under the lustrous smile of the academia.

I see puzzles, undefined structures, lines, curves, dots, structures made of lines and puzzles in my sleep.

Where are my beautiful dreams, girls and lands?

I don’t find me or any of my beautiful memories in the vision of lines and puzzles.

Is it a puzzle for me to get back in to my dreams,

where my memories are still alive?

I was wrong, for I never lived physically in my dreams,

I kept them away from my physical life and world.

I have nothing, but my ‘I’s.

I wait here, in the pace of time and lives, for my dreams,

Like a lost love I lament and curse on the day when I said good bye to my dreams.

I want my dreams, I pray for my dreams,

I need them back with me,

For I live in the memories of …

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