DREAMS -----The pain in the beauty of dreams 𓆩♡𓆪

Dreams are a little town , existing in the middle of nowhere;

Dreams are the small cottage societies where I reside;

Dreams are the windows that lead to lush cotton fields to where I am tied;

Dreams are the bicycles with a basket full of lilies;

Dreams are sharing connections with your home , not a roof with four walls but lost souls found in the most unexpected places;

Dreams are the bicycle rides to the beach with the lost souls I call home;

Dreams are the hazy sight of my first swim in the sea , where I freely roam;

Dreams are the broken conspiracies which breaks the rules of impossibility;

Dreams are the sneaking into graveyards late at night to get in touch with other side;

Dreams are small, thoughtful gestures by which I abide;

Dreams are the long beach walks, picking of sea shells and the sightings of jellyfishes;

Dreams are sitting in a cotton field , stargazing, spotting meteors and making wishes ;

Dreams are chasing the lost souls throughout the small town, finally reaching the record store;

Dreams are contemplating on which vinyls I want to buy because all of them I suddenly bore;

Dreams are drinking two cups of coffee and three cups of tea just to get me on my feet;

Dreams are the thrifting of old vintage things, the things which were once of value and the things which have been touched by the hands of people who have always been the poet and never the poetry;

Dreams are the woeful instil pact of sanity;

Dreams are sneaking into the old abandoned monuments sculpted by the Greeks themselves.

Dreams are working in a bookstore and having personalised shelves for the books I've written;

Dreams are making mistakes, leaving the mystery of the future unwritten;

Dreams are composing music underneath a cherry blossom tree, laughing and feeling smitten;

Dreams are genuinely appreciating what is around you and living in the moment;

Dreams are the ever-longed desires left dormant;

Dreams are the oozing of melting moments like a sweet syrup;

Dreams are the wanting to never wake up;

But in the end,

your eyes see the light of reality and that is the catastrophe of dreams.

---Prachi Dhawan