Dreams

Dreams are yellow and volatile, Some translucent reflection And creation of subconscious With emotional weird imageries. They hold realism so vividly, Standing at other end of reality. And display some events Absurd, unprecedented and sojourn. The colours fuse , melt and transform So rapidly with some fuzzy logic And uncontrolled transient thoughts Sometimes revolting the conscience. More often I see an old house Sitting lonely for my approach And I meet my childhood there Sleeping on the lap of my mother.