A dream I dream, for I am a dreamer.
I am into a transient sleep for I know not
Whether I sleep or am I awake when I dream.
It is like a pull to the undiscovered worlds
Without any anchor in the shimmering sea
Or a compass for a route in this reverie of a cruise.

The night is filled with moonbeams and starlight,
The blinking fireflies consigning itself on the jasmines,
Harsh sounds heard faintly behind the backdrop
But I close my eyes and am lulled to my sleep
By the lullaby of the nightingale crooning in the night.
Gone are the thoughts of my life’s frenzied demands-
Its touch of sarcasm with an unthankful mass.

Leisurely the sky changes to an intoxicating wine red.
Its purpose was to enthrall the sea with its reflection
Of a certain shyness and anxiety that of a bride.
Each emotion was caught by the spellbound sea.
With a poetical pace, the colour shoots from red to yellow.
The cuckoo proclaims the dawn in a song that is mellow.
Yet the dream is alive and stirring warm memories
Conjuring thoughts so serene that evokes poetry.

The atmosphere is again filled with hustle and bustle.
Nature is still and seems to be in its own thoughts.
For like me it is also in a dream faraway from this world.
Thus I have awakened from my beautiful sleep, enlightened.