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


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