
A freezing dawn of January,Mystique mist covering the itinerary,Chilling air reaching inside the cloths,And then I heard soft whispers,Saying “Don’t go back to sleep”I thought it’s an illusion,And it’s only my mind’s creation,But I heard it again,Now in a familiar voice,Saying “Don’t go back to sleep”
It kept saying the mystique,After a while my tears roll down,But smile came at the end,When I heard it all,It told me to stop for a while,Turn and don’t look back,But I ignored the last sentence,And looked back with oddity,I saw the two worlds meeting at horizon,I saw the door of second world,Round in shape with golden architrave,Full of clouds and it was left open,I tried looking at the shadow inside,When I saw my ‘Angel’ coming,And said “Don’t go back to sleep,Because I am no Dream,I am in real,Whenever You will think of me,I will always be there,Always around you”… ♥



