If you sit quiet a bit and think
you will be dragged  in to this doubt;
is it  a dream, all  that we think real?
Doesn't it look like you take refuge
in a traveler's lodge for a day or two
then silently depart?

I had this secret always
in wakefulness and sleep
kept close to my chest
" I am made of dreams
that were extracted
from the patches of realities
of centuries, that has to do something
with valorous men and beauties"

I searched in the dark corners
of my psyche, many many times
but the real secret eluded
like an apparition turning in a moment
to a whiff of thin smoke

One day I had this dream
I was in this museum
the time has come, I reached there;
in the vacant lot near the deserted museum
was lone olive tree, a cryptic  marker,
there she stood,
Cleopatra with the deadly cobra
at the last moment of her life
"I was waiting for you
the oracles never go wrong"
then she held me close
and planted her last kiss
the most searing ever ,I could guess
like poison dissolving in to blood
it got mingled with my psyche
turning it in to a blood colored wound
then and there
I fell in to the time warp.
O