The light always seems to reflect off your eyes just right for me.
The angles and refraction create a color and aura the peers into my soul.
I hate it.
I love it.
Its then you waltz into my dreams.
No permission needed.
Your just there.
Doing the same thing.
Peering into my soul.
Only this time you and I dance in the dream living room we are in.
I have never held you b4.
But now your arms were wrapped around me and mine around you.  
You gave me the softest kiss on the neck.
Which only intensified the ambient haze this dream was.
You rest your head on my chest as we danced under the incandescent light bulb on the dream ceiling.
No shadows.
No outside light.
I don't even think there were no windows or doors.
It faded away when I woke up.  
Now just traces of memory remain.

Goodbye to the lights.  
The sky lights.
False suns and moons.
False stars and light blooms.

Different versions of the truth.
And even more distorted untruths.
Clocks with numbers that don't make sense.
Surrounded by walls of forest too vast and dense.

Goodbye to the sky.
The broken cracked sky.
False blues and blacks.
From open eyelids seeing through the cracks.

The morning has arrived.
Awaken and alive.
We were just part of the dead dreams.
Our universe was just scrambled thoughts and themes.

Woke within a dream,
amidst dense forest.

a tree stood,
older than time,
casting its shadow.

a touch of it,
showed all it had lived—
bloodied sword clash,
clouds that wept for years,
flora it wore,
wildflowers it shielded,
the warmth it once kissed.

yet it stood still.
as I faded,
back into the dream.

When the stars decide to leave.  
In the sky of a world my mind weaves.
The ghost there are not really ghost.
Just forgotten angels fluttering around this starlight coast.

Constellations lose their specks.
Darkness and separations distance the flecks.
Creating new constellations.
In heavenly reveries of my imagination.

I stand on the shoals of your dream ocean.
Waiting for your wave and to feel your emotion.
The way your touch made me alive.
Together forever as we both arrive.

Astra memories play forth in my head.
Star showers create endless wishes.
Plasmoid cycle their cosmic colors.
Seraphic tones turn into ethereal melodies.

Celestial trails in the dark wilderness.
Empyrean trees drop their light leaves.
Transcendental visuals of the night heavens.
Diaphanous veils of tranquilly allow my eyes to see.

Sheer emotion alloy.
Paradisiacal vessel of the expanding universe.
Expedition of endless wonder.
Fathomless destinations to reach.

Don't throw hate over me
Don't push my dreams into the sea
I do breathe like you
Though I'm black in hue

It's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Black is sapphire like me
Black is Jasper like me
Black is menalite like me
Black is granite like me
Black is rose like me
Black is gloss like me
Dont throw hate over me
Dont push my dreams into the sea

I wanna fly in the blue
Though I'm black in hue
O my bro it's not my fault at all
I'm black at his call

Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo
Though I'm black in hue
Let me fly in the blue
Let me sing like the cuckoo

Anxiety in our mind stops us to take proper decisions

In the present scenario،
            Only Sunday time
                      Is the finest thread


To sew unstitched relations

Reading is a long walk in the garden of kashmir when it is full of blossoms!

Reading is polishing a rusted mind.

Reading is an adventurous journey.

Reading is a memorable confab because all words speak to me.

Going into a mind is like entering a holy place and reading scriptures there.

He can change

A stone

Into a gem