Nights are Nicer.

Nights are nicer than days,
Because days are full of nightmares.
Sleep deserves a pat,
For burying the selfie moments.
Dreams are the decorative interiors of sleep,
Devising their own images, dialogues and locations.
The moment I wake up,I unpack my dreams,
Some are silly, some strange and subtle.
The dead are at times revisited.
To resume discontinued dialogues,
Or open up new ones for a knock out.
Estranged relations and friends mock and moan.
At times they stay subdued for a reunion.
Gods too gain their call sheet for a guest appearance,
Gracing the dream segment with Guinness entries.
Ghosts play  villain roles hosting the taste of horror
Asking for an abrupt, knee jerk, wake up.
Beautiful,breezy and fragrant dreams,
Do regret the strike of sunrise,
With its scissors, against sleep and dreams.
There is a pang when the day dawns,
As more nightmares in a row of dirty events,
Keep waiting to hit you on your face,
With  a hell of heat out beating that of the Sun.
                                                             P.Chandrasekaran.