Lying with troubles cradled
on softness of cuddly pillows,
eyelids droop as sleep
lulls thought and action alike,
cajoling them into dormant slumber,
while in the straits of somnolence
psychedelic dreams concoct fairy tales.
Unfulfilled desires, unrequited cravings,
conspire with unrestrained imagination
to spin fragments of silken fantasy,
which come together in vibrant patterns
on magical kaleidoscope of Somnus,
letting hopes and lusts bloom
like daffodils drinking honey
from golden cauldron of the heavens.
With the wildest of magical things,
future telling orbs, flying horses, castles of sweets,
trees telling stories and rivers of molten gold,
that never attainted in reality germinates
and blossoms on dreamland’s fertility,
such that the pain of failure
is benumbed by the salve of fantasy.
Hallucinations and delusions
strewn in the alleys of Morpheus,
smudge their traces on fairy-tales spun
as dawn-kissed candy-floss,
tasting like honeydew on palate of fancy,
unicorns, pixies, mermaids and witches,
together inhabit this land of oneiroi,
where jaded practicalities of existence
are sugar-coated in saccharine granules
of fantasy and mystique.