IN MY DREAMS

Dreams are something I have started believing in lately. Each night there is a new dream, some believable, some unbelievable, some scary and some inspiring as well. It's like a reel which starts involuntarily, induced somewhere from the unconscious state of mind. I shared my dreams with a few friends and it was quite interesting to know their dreams, in return. A good friend of mine who believes that ''Dreams are gates to territories that are not explored'' suggested me to start a journal in order to keep a record. I did so and it's satisfying to fill page after page. The most interesting one which I had seen recently had a message. A quote!  ''Books are not divergent because they flirt with each other''  
Make sense?

It's been a long time since I composed a poem. Here's a try of shaping a dream into a poetry.

She closed her eyes 
to open the lock tonight
of another dream door
which awaits her to cite
an unseen story, foretold 

She steps into a bookstore
with a little pocket money
and a bundle of hope 
''The Secret'' at a cheap price 
She moves around in rejoice 
Of having a ''wanted'' book

The realm of dream breaks...

As she wakes up; euphoric 
slowly, realizing the gist 
It tempts her to unfold
the landscapes covered in mist
She goes through online stores
and other bookstores in vicinity 

It seems destiny has a way 
with its believers...
A friend of her gifts her, the book
As if she read her mind and;
heard her wish.
Dreams do come true
Because...
They have You.