Dreamwork

A Poem by Shyamal Halder

Sometime dreams come true in our dreamworks only, but we can't forget this illusion......

Dreamwork

Illusion makes us beautiful.
But how?
They can fear us, sometime hateful to us..
But I want to tear the cloths of the unnamed structure
I want to see the naked illusions of the society
I want to portray raindrops onto it...
But I don't know how and when..
Is it my DreamWorks or
I am in the dark!

Going around the world

Seeing many thoughts with dreams,

How it comes!