I don't dream of a ceiling fan which is always here spinning above my head. I dream of a cool weather

I left smiles on your wordless lipsThe night roads- dismal and narrow,dream’s path remains shadowy wideas our lone hearts felt that arrowFrom the Poem 'My Tomorrow

My mind has a time machine; it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.

Our choice is to liveOnly one lifeSo, we dream, we grieveWe face the strife

Mountain may want to be with the streamTo climb the hills perhaps a river's dreamWhat we want exactly we may never knowFlame of fire might love to melt with the snow

My pillows are dreaming, not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.

New year is the glittering light to brighten the dream-lined pathway of future

Protect your dreams from your nightmare

The answer of life struggles in between two kinds of people- those who live to dreamand those who dream to liveAsk them the question about death if they can truly conceive