Dreams dream like flowers in a vase,
With colours and flutters like butterflies,
As every moment when I see myself,
The mirror keeps telling new lies!

There's new moon somewhere in the sky,
Those stars are a silent swarm of bees,
That hums sweet lullabys in my dreams,
From flying flowers over plants and trees !

The dreams I see ,remain all mine!
But never those dreams remain,
Memories bypassed had never been asked,
So I dream all over again!

Reality bites in when dreams are gone,
And my world aren't quite the same,
As fresh flowers bloom and whither away,
While the vase gets another new name!

© Avik Datta Gupta