In times of wakefulness, dreams have to wait patiently
Little is known of their nature just like few unknown neighbours
Where’s the magician from whom I can learn the magic of altering time?
Distant faces and their curious eyes try to essay the formal introduction
While pacing frantically across the excessively sleepy house seems outrageous
Looking at the bed dreadfully that has rejected sleep for some reason
Sometimes, the reasons are irrational, but the workings of a busy world are discordant
Inconsistency and doubts are liabilities of a lifetime of struggle
The environment is such, where dreams are robbed and treated shabbily
Every day, the contradictory dreams are being distributed in flimsy leaflets
Dwelling in this world as a stranger and yearning for some recognition
Wakefulness numbs the consciousness while eagerness to sleep vanishes
~Amitav
