Dreams

Dreams,
oh this strange place
called dreams
where I meet you
again and again
and then lose you
again and again
in the teeming crowd
where everybody's face
but your face
is turned away from me.
A large mirror
stands at the end of the road.
I know its a dream
but I am rushing
towards that mirror
where I am sure
you are waiting.
But the sunlight dissolves
and its twilight
at some old fort
in Delhi.
Alone, among the ruins,
I sense your footsteps,
your smell.
Maybe, you're searching
for me.
I'll wait,
just let me hold on
to this dream,
to this place.
Just don't dissolve into
another sunny day.