.Dream, Love and Delusion

My dream love has become a legendary reverie...
So perfect so pristine that it can never turn into reality...
Whom will see, touch and desire but cant posses ...
or may acquire again in dreams.

My dream is a teaser to an everlasting truth of my closing stage
It’s an embellishment, a soothing balm and an energy potion to haul myself a bit further.

When an enduring dilemma suddenly gropes,
I seek, behold and sense myself breathing a dream that slowly enfolds...
As, he irons my forehead wrinkles every night,
and shields my shadow till it fuses into flood lights,
Warns me to decline temptations when I let intoxication devours me and befalls my spirit guide.

He is my morning alarm, my news tabloid…
And still you name it a funny petite, tempting dream outright !!

Far-flung from reality, my La La land,
I and him in a closet of a delusion..