Being alive is a flaw,
Where dreams are blown, Through a straw!
Like bubbles they blend in the air we breathe,
Whose dream is which no one is aware with.
The shimmering veil is what we perceive,
Betrayal is what we receive.
Abreast we all walk,
Yet not turning for a talk.
We all live a life we speak about, To others who doesn’t knows our whereabouts.
Eyes in night are full of dreams,
That always goes against our beliefs.
So, should we search for the life that blends,
In the world of dreams full of games?
#thoughts 