One Night Dream!

Ever since I was the growing child,

I remember my one night dream. 

It use to be very blur, but very vibrant indeed.

Sure it was my dream,

and hence, there was me!

All dressed up; so pretty

with the telephone, and PC 

all set up around me.

I saw I was happy,

so perfect and agile,

which of-course clashed with the ‘then’ real me.

It was a dream, and I hadn’t had to pinch myself.

Surely I was so confirmed, “ my little God dropped 

the peek-into-future” gift only for me.

The day went as chirpy and beautiful, 

as the girl in my dream.

I remember my one night dream,

sleep covered the eye with the 

glazing another menu of dream.

the ambience has changed, 

yet the familiar PC and the telephone 

were the regulars in every stream.

Days after Days,

I remember my one night dream.

Peaceful were the nights, 

the morning exuberant.

Those were the childhood days

little naivety had believed the power, happiness

and beauty relies with the greys! 

I remember my one night dream

Gone are the days of my golden PC and the telephone,

with no image of me in the scene.

The unseen creeps into the sight.

The dreams were now the fright.

The sleep is gone, 

and I see the night howls.

Extemporary are the dreams 

Alas! It is no dream, 

the nightmare are summoned in following stream!