Dreams

I don’t know what it is with me when there are days I can’t think of a single word to communicate, to days like today, when I churn out a poem in minutes! Anyway, this one is hazy, I don’t think I intended to express a specific meaning, though what came out is instantaneously meaningful to me- hope it arises some strange thoughts in you too which I can’t express without playing with words.

Enjoy!

1
Echoes of laughter delayed,
Spraying in this saccharine dismay;
Beasts adorning manly suits,
Sniffed off me the stench of truth;
Enveloping walls suffocate me,
In salty breeze and cold despair,

O, God of Heat and Light!

seeing thee with thine own eyes,  Eternal One!

This sublime dull yellow,
Richer than rainbows infinite,
The world in its yellowness,
Alarm, beauty and resting peace.

2
Suddenly opened eyes to a field yellow,
‘Was I dreaming’ asking the nearby fellow;
‘Neither that nor this’ – This is reality,
said he who resembled myself to me.
Feel I’ve wandered here for ages,
Though born today I was,
Familiar faceless smiles around me, I stand
Feet on ground like an oak tree proud,
It was then that time stopped still,
A superman arose among men, two legs less than them.

3
Flowers giveth and taketh from the bee,
busy in its buzzing work,
Why am I just still? Labour and behold,
Killed bees a dozen three, honey of my labor!
That’s the meaning my fellow dreamers
This, I do not conceal.

4
Running far across the field,
Bumped to a merry seed, For he,
then praised me for my sleep, ‘Nay!’
Said I, ’tis just a dream!’ Smiling, he cried

Neither slept I
Neither dreamt I, neither awaketh I
Who are you? I asked

‘Neither I, Am I’ – vanished
I farewelled my teacher with a bow.

5

Boring ants! Shifted my gaze,
To the stars above in infinite haze,
Paintings of empty darkness, the void
Reminded me of my blissful sleep,
Prior to this vulgar shattering of a dream,
The real heavens where birds fly,
Is one where I am the sky.

6
Legs don’t fit a disobedient mind,
Always running after nature’s cry,
Squirrels, Sparrows, Tree and Yarrows,
What is an hour, a year, days a hundred to them?
Today they experienced me for minutes a few,
Only if what minutes were they knew,
Strange creatures, some of us have work to do!

7
Napping in this blissful shade,
chided was I, to learn the work and ways,
‘Working now, Hush!’, I said,
Will play games tomorrow my friend,
Bowing, I went back to work.

8.
As I  saw the children running,
My tired legs, and the sun setting,
My heart yearning I realized,
That I am but the eternal child,
As my weary legs stood again in two,
The sun blazed as a Sunday Noon,
The Child ran with the children,
They laughed – who? Immature children!
Calling themselves adults knowing nature true,
Blind to little gods eternal.

9
Lovers embrace, This and I,
As I depart, as we do

when spring turns to fall,
Yet I say farewell not with a heavy heart,

You see
I am not going either too long or far,
Will see you again a thousand years,
And for a thousand lives, I’ll have to suffer thee.
Till then, let this be heard in tune-
I’ll be right here, just without me and you.