Saturday 21 April 2012

Let Me Sink In My Slumber


That drowning in the waters of physical lethargy
The engulfment with the mercury-heavy lids
Sparing only a white slit, open
A doorway for the penetrating cone of rays
That slowly creeping smile of the face



Then a sudden monotonous jerk, a conflict of the senses
Trying to grab on to the dream, chasing it
The shutting of eyes in vain  
Beckoning the estranged subconscious pictures to grow roots
Why don’t they come alive all over again?



I’ll sleep longer, try harder
If only it continued from where it ended
For welling up many fathoms deep in my heart,
Is my burgeoning hope that it transforms into reality
And hate to realize that I have been woken

  
Cajole me to that surreal land
And I promise not to hesitate to step ahead straightaway.
Let me sink in my own slumber
And I promise I’ll visit you again
Until then, lend me a hand
Let us wipe clean the creases on the path.











(P.S. How often we wish that while having a quiet peaceful sleep, we not be woken or disturbed, lest the sweet dream with which we cocoon ourselves will be ripped apart. How we wish that we could cling on to our sleep and reach the very end of the dream that we dreamed. How we wish it to shape into reality......

But if it's a horror dream that we are seeing, how we wish later that we hadn't slept at all  ;):))