Dreary dreams

The sky stirs shades of pink, the doves making love in the blue world proffer stupefying allure.
Snowflakes disseminate the sunlight from a baldachin, emanates a rainbow of hope.
Sunshine smiles into my face; refuting the subsiding of the almighty sun-for night to materialize; asphyxiating me into deep thoughts, deeper than any abyss and darker than the black hole.

A haze ahead; there perched an effigy cloaked in satin; it was my conscience on the mesh of bafflement-lost and lone.
Just a paltry iota of sweat, dribbling down my forehead has a colossal lagoon of presumptions imprisoned. The quivering light is a glitch, it sketches eneven equity of thoughts- a reflection of my existence.

My dreams besiege me-slipping of an hourglass and its shattering-such a dismay. I shouldn't let it break; ain't no grass greener than my pride.
Oh what do my dreams epitomize?
The rocks cry out: I am tied to myriad chains of uncertainities-albeit I wanna escape, my mind doesn't permit.

Blabbering in the spell, not getting paralysed by the dreams; my thoughts shouldn't be bed ridden.
Where do I find tranquillity?
I feel in my bones that I am clambering incessant stairs that lead to a trench, a murky site where thoughts get cornered.

My dreams are a never ending inception. Ravaged to get the feeling of being cemented in a loop that comes to life each night.
Desperate to acknowledge that air inside my lungs still prevails-that's how badly i don't wanna dream.
Why does it feel like its fire overhead and water beneath, stranding me?
When shall the pigeon symbolising my freedom sabotage the palace of negativities contrived during my sleep?
Shall I call it a miracle in disguise?