Dreams...

In the midst of darkness when the night sleeps
Our eyes seek a place wherein they can peep
Look into a world which may not exist
But is as real as we believe it is

As the body sleeps and the soul wakes up
Our heart wanders into territories that it likes to make up
Sometimes ugly Sometimes pretty- a part of us finally set free

It loves to explore the unexplored
And open up the pores of our mind for sure
As we start playing along, they get to woo us more & more
Untill we are thoroughly attached - it almost feels like another life

And then slowly as we are pushed into the bright shine
the hallucination gets over and makes us wonder -
What is it that these dreams are really made of?