Wild

My dreams bite me

Dreams scathe me

I was burnt by dense fumes of my mind

Who collected,

Who coagulated

And made my sight misty

Fumes of dreams,

Baked on the heat of desires

Fumes of dreams,

Clot reality from my life.

My Mind and my body detached

My mind in the vapours

My feet floored, away from mind

I run,

I run wild!
Run with all my might!
With the sky I rhyme
With trees I twine
I look for you
But you, only in poetry,
shadows of you I find...