Awakening from hallucinations to reality

I often have rosy dreams and maybe you are one of those dreamers too.My poem is sage thought of hallucinations differing from reality.

Its just some strange door,

I find myself entering a daredevil's moor.

After all the phosphenes made me surrender,

Assuring me that the oblivion is where I enter. 

I know not what they are ,

And I am quite sure it will be easier counting stars.

Knowing the mind of a person around,

Is like retrieving an entity that is hell bound.

Cause every time I gasp,

I feel not my fingers covering my mouth but my thoughts swap.

Just trying to ignore heinous sins of earth,

Dwelling in a world of apparent.

  

Who knows?

Whether they who appear stoic in my dreams are wrapped in foes.

Who knows?

The ones who in my premonitions smile,

Are just striving to suppress their viles.

Cause my hallucinations are just like paper,

On which the ink of reality makes falsehood waver.

Its someone I need and you need as well,

To wake you from the reality's quell.

Reviews

[Siddhidatri Pande]

Thanks a lot taniska.....

[Taniska 😊€..]

Nicely written . I like dreams . Keep writing smiles 😄😄😊

[Siddhidatri Pande]

please review guys...I am done now....