I am a keen wanderer in my dreams

I am such a restless soul to the core,
I do not rest even in my dreams.
I wander far and wide,
Taking everything in my view ,in my stride.

Some places  regularly I explore,
They must be close to my heart in past ,
I go there often,the places I do not even know in this life,
As I see an uncrowned king,of whom I am the wife.
The intersection where I see a beautiful fair,
But some how I am not able to buy anything there.
A huge mausoleum which does not exist,
And it traps me with its height and not the width,
Whenever I try to exit.
The ruins of the fort on a table top plateau,
And as I dance away my blues on the terrace,I fall.
Another frequent place is a maze of lanes,
The path I know yet fail in vain,in finding my way.
The temple of the goddess and lord Shiva calls me out ,
I go back to pay my obeisance before I walk about,
Then there is a cafe which shows me a shore,
Waiting just for me to roam around and explore.
My past lives make me travel in my dreams,
And thankfully I never wake up with a shrill scream.

I am such a restless soul to the core,
I do not rest even in my dreams.

 

6 thoughts on “I am a keen wanderer in my dreams

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    The general reader will find this to be an engaging and interesting work.
    it would however have benefited from a little more due editorial care and attention,for example in the use of ” And ” & ” But “.

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