Slumbers..

As I rest my head,
On the soft feathers,
filled with comfort,
regain my senses,
By draining my concerns,
And drag myself with wings,
to the honey combed heavenly chambers,

Where sweet dreams are a reality,
hidden under the blanket of imagination,
wearing sweet bliss of innocence,
while resting in deep slumbers,
and drifting me to unknown world’s,

But Alas! The slumbers wind up,
with an abrupt end & scared thoughts,
to wake up in a disappointment,
of unfulfilled dreams,
and unravel the truths,
that imagination or a dream can never,
Be a reality….

Regards
Pratyusha K.