A Dream.. or the Soul of Life

Why does it seem like a joyride?
Segregated from reality and like a reverie
Exorcising all the anathemas of life
Leaving behind a tint of smile

Now I think is the time and now it seems
The parallelism between the two has indeed obliterated
Or is it just again a mirage
Or a horizon where the two seem to meet

Each time I think of it
What these moments seem to bring
Seems like bringing all my worlds together
Into the most sacrosanct ring

Beneath which lie my hidden desires
That I would never want to reveal
Like a bubble it seems so delicate
One touch, and it would all go for a swing

Never would I want it to break
The precious times it holds
Never could I even imagine
How it would enfold

But now that I have it
In one of my deepest retorts
I’m apprehensive to think
Of what the future holds

Lets not give it an epithet
And ruin its sanctity
For we know not what we have gained

Like pelicans flying over the ocean
Which they think that they own