That feeling called love
Last night I was in trance,
Sleep was having with eyes romance.
When the eye lids fluttered to keep awake,
Because there was a reflection at stake.
I saw the reflection with open eyes,
I could not let slumber come by.
Lest the bubble bursts and I see it disappear,
Heart's most beautiful desire was so close and near.
Little did I know it was all a dream,
Figment of imagination, a blow that left me creamed.
Dreams I thought was a manifestation of closed eyes and sleep,
Who knew dreams show in open eyes, when love creeps.
You were sitting beside me, like a shimmering star;
A flicker of light which seems near, but is far apart.
I raised my hand to feel you on my hands,
But dreams are ephemeral, once broken they never mend.
Dreams they say rest in a corner of mind,
They don't know, it's the heart that makes for a great rind.
The gateway to the cloud cuckoo land,
No thoughts, no logic can trove.
It's no secret, just that feeling called love!