Friday, December 21, 2012

The God of Dreams



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.


2 comments:

  1. 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

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    1. Thanks 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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