My dreams till 3.04 AM

And ,just after 2.30 am
I started dreaming.
its not about the earth where i am;
it’s of a perfect world;
where the beauty of saxophone
is appreciated by beggars.

ugly burglars at deserted places,
never steal the pianos of rich men;
as they are too romantic to go places.

in my perfect world,
only letter burns;
not human hearts.

GHouls and demons have souls
not politicians.
and in there,the dj falls in love with the music;
not with the instruments.

And on the corners of dusky streets,
people smoke alphabets;
not cigar.

Then clock strikes 3.04,
and I dreamt no more.

 

{Originally published here }

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