In this sleep of sleeps,
dream of dreams
I fell asleep once
and dreamt I was a Brahmin boy.
Then I awoke
and slept again
and dreamt I was a man; a lover.
Then I awoke
and slept again
and dreamt I was a dreaming poet.
Then I awoke
and slept again
and dreamt I was an immortal soul.
Then I awoke
and slept again
and dreamt I was a dream of dreams.
Then I awoke
and slept again
and forgot to wake,
Forgot to sleep or
to dream.
Amazing! It is so, so beautiful, it brought a tear to my eye... So wondrous and wistful at the same time.. Lovely poetry, dear Agni. --JAB
ReplyDeleteThanks JAB. I had my doubts about this one. But your comment allayed it. I guess there will be some doubts now, for like a lame man learning to walk again, I am getting reacquainted with my pen. Comments like this, help me find my feet quicker! :-)
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