It’s not those dreams that resemble, but the ones that are simply yours
Struggle for your attention, while they tremble and mumble timidly
Surrounded by the high decibel troubles that ensure anxious heartbeats
At the centre of an arrhythmic life of falsehoods and disguised reasons
Of unfounded principles, they become the behemoth that shadows conscience
Tyrant dreams continue to busy life with worries, challenges, and pain
Insane, that the benumbed senses still cannot hear the pleas of your heart
So many reasons that are unreasonable to neglect something yours to keep
~Amitav
