Nothing fascinates me than sturdy silence

I continue to wonder in dreamland since

No one picks me for being away from reality

Some one pointed out it as real pity

I don’t know what is joy in false land?

I too not very sure who is foe or friend?

Yet there is satisfaction of being not cheated

No unnecessary wait and shamelessly sweated

You are in your world guarded by all fancy

You excel and match with all the frequencies

Music always lovely to the ears and appealing

Not allowing the defeatist views and readily repealing

Is this stage always welcome?

Days and nights may repeat the same

There won’t be an end to illusion

Surely may remain as hard fact confusion

It is neither glamorous nor a dangerous

Both are full of false impression with enough humors

You feel let down of your own folly

The blame and fame is owned by you wholly

I also know how dangerous it is for woman

The position may never be accepted by man

He will forcefully pounce upon and try to pull

I shall be made to believe it is enterprising and full

It is high time I must come out from another world

One must try to live within one’s original fold

That reminds of them of actual surrounding

It seems real, practical and sounding

So far I was contended with sleeping stage

I was fast developing mentality with age

Some one must pick me up and take out for real

Accept me as it is and finally put the seal

I was dreaming all about my coming days

There was no hindrance in any way

I was fully entangled with your own style

I was in it forever and dreamed for a while

I wished it not to continue for indefinite

Day was proving stronger than night

It was becoming a hell to continue so

I had waited enough for the words to go 

He is now my savior and guide

I wish everything in him to confide

Before anything take me over for sure

I want to show it to him and assure

It is not sad state of mind

Enough of joy and happiness is there to find

I have no fear of strong wind

It has slowed down and become very kind

I am floating on calm and Lovely River

It is not fantasy or some kind of fever

The world is now sleeping carelessly over

I have found shield with open cover