By Aneesha Kararia
(Verse 1)
In the midnight haze, where shadows play,
Dreamer's canvas, where realities sway.
Moonbeams dance, paint the surreal,
Lost in echoes, where fantasies unveil.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through the veils of the night,
Illusions take their flight.
(Chorus)
Whispers of the dreamer, tales untold,
In the labyrinth of dreams, secrets unfold.
Reality's grip begins to wane,
In the surreal, where dreams remain.
(Verse 2)
Stardust visions, in the cosmic stream,
Reality blurs like a fleeting dream.
Time's illusion, a surreal rhyme,
The dreamer dances in the sands of time.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through the veils of the night,
Illusions take their flight.
(Chorus)
Whispers of the dreamer, tales untold,
In the labyrinth of dreams, secrets unfold.
Reality's grip begins to wane,
In the surreal, where dreams remain.
(Bridge)
On the edge of consciousness, the dreamer roams,
Chasing echoes in the kaleidoscope of unknowns.
Suspended in the surreal, in twilight's gleam,
Lost in the symphony of a waking dream.
(Verse 3)
Neon constellations, a surreal ballet,
Time's illusion, in the dreamer's sway.
Reality's veil, a fragile lace,
In the dreamer's world, an endless chase.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through the veils of the night,
Illusions take their flight.
(Chorus)
Whispers of the dreamer, tales untold,
In the labyrinth of dreams, secrets unfold.
Reality's grip begins to wane,
In the surreal, where dreams remain.
(Outro)
As dawn's whispers call, the dreamer sighs,
Fading echoes of surreal highs.
In the boundary of what might have been,
The dreamer wakes, and a surreal serenade ends.
(Bridge)
Yet, fragments linger in the waking light,
A surreal dance on the edge of night.
Reality embraces, dreams gently part,
Leaving traces of the dreamer's art.
(Verse 4)
Reality now, a canvas mundane,
Yet, echoes of dreams in the dreamer remain.
In daylight's grip, where shadows fade,
A surreal legacy in the waking cascade.
(Pre-Chorus)
Through the veils of the night,
Dreamers and reality unite.
(Chorus)
Whispers of the dreamer, tales untold,
In the labyrinth of dreams, secrets unfold.
Reality's grip begins to wane,
In the surreal, where dreams remain.
(Outro)
The dreamer steps into the waking glow,
A surreal journey, a story to bestow.
In the boundary of realms unseen,
Whispers of the dreamer, forever serene.
By Aneesha Kararia
Dreamscape is purely a treat to mind and soul.
It seems like you have such a magical pen at your home, huh? 😘
The imagery in your poems is truly enchanting.
amazing..
You have a remarkable way with metaphors.