Dreamer does not know the dream

Your eyes are so small, Your small eyes go out,

to see how big the world & everything seems,

Your memory, holds memories of tera-giga-mega-bytes,

including what was imagined in dreams,

Is this all for real ? or am I having you held in my last dream.

I don’t know,

if I am awake or you are fast asleep,

if I have written these words or am I reading your mind.

Inspiring you all the way, we each step forward so,

Hold me close as long as you can,

Few moments together, an eternity it seemed, for me I know

Danced to a strange rhythm, whispered songs, few I can sing,

Write words on each other,

enter into each other’s grand plan.

And this is where you say

Oh, Helloooo PM, here I am,

what is this strange plan ?

Close your eyes and hold control of me,

Go inside all those memories, divine

Feel your heart beat to my rhythm.

Take a peek, but through my eyes

Smile your words away, lips singing a precious lullaby.

I am aware, but not what I am aware of,

Same as you are the dreamer,

not knowing yet if I am your dream.

Time passes us by, a gentle rain with a cool breeze.

Walk in these rains of precious memory,

Me stepping in on your side,

Where the road ends, that’s the tipping point of eternity passing

This is here, where we opened our eyes.

The road ahead seems to follow your footsteps, wherever you go,

The journey is not simple, destinations are many,

Home is the place where you search,

come on let’s get the journey started,

All because we felt so.

For now, I have many more miles of memories to sleep,

my distance is covered, this journey is sacred divine

See me no further than in your heartbeat,

Everything shall be perfectly fine.

You can wake up now, for the dream was not yours,

Nor mine.

Fall in Love? Nah Not me !

People say, you "fall in love"
Poetry states, she is supposed to steal my heart away,
Nothing of this sort happened between us two,not until today.

They said, you must ask each other questions, you see?
And I hold most answers, between her and me.
So what do i ask her and why?

She didn't steal my heart away,
Instead, she trusted giving me hers,

We replaced time, making new memories,
We give each other space,
but spend ours, together all day and time,
some mine, some hers,

Moments few she makes me feel peachy,and then she smiles,
as if my life with her is all perfectly fine, and I'm seeing her shine.

She sees something within me,or may be not?Precious moments fleet us by,
No matter how much time we spend,
We crave to see each other,
just for that one more special time.

They said, sleep,spares no one,
but that i witnessed this sentence once, to be a lie,
She stood for me, and spared her sleep,
memorable time sweet moments gone by, literally as her sleep disappeared into a sweet grin, 
and i cant figure out that moment so cute,
That night blew past us.

I'd love to hold her, light to tight, within my grip,
But not what it seems,
Look into her eyes, just one more time, as her gaze disappears into mine.

Are they all wrong?, am i the only right one,
After all I'm just a simple, yet to many a special human being,

I think to myself, a queen needs just one king,
Standing proudly by her side making her scene.

Lead, follow or get out of the way, 
This is my poem and my scene.
Poarousasp Mistry