Traveller Of Dream

The world is steeped in silence,

Who would tell your story,

Who tells doesn't know you,

Who knows can explain it.

A traveller of dream neither a devotee nor a denier.

Tell me where I am, am I lost or in profit.

How is this hide and seek of yours,

Play off the chart and the chores.

My heart seeks refuge 

You are my image only,

I am your shadow only.

You remained in my sight,

But couldn't be seen.

I have been broken many times,

Where am I going, neither it rhymes.

I will only shine where you meet me,

I will only die where you create me.