Dreaming, I lie upon this willful sea,
This sea of grey midnight tides,
This endless stupor,
This magical trance.
Conjuring realms, razing worlds;
Wishing things about,
Painting the waves, the lashing roll
I lie.
Upon this heaving ocean of unmindful sleep.
I am Dreaming;
Upon this sea of Dreams.
– My words from the poem, ‘The Voices Lost In Time:’ Chapter Three: “The Voice of Dream: Dream Speaks”
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althought by the look of it achhi lines lag rahee hain .... par tumhein ye bhi humein samjhaana hoa ..
i liked this one.... small but nice.... but the title could have been better... dont like the title i dunno y...
yeah....even I am thinkin on something more....telling!
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