The Next Dream
Each thought is a wrapping around a quick silver ‘I’.
An ancient hypnosis weaves a specious trap,
That blindly identifies with this fugitive ‘I’.
This ‘I’ that arises conditioned by the past,
A self generated software program
Masquerading as the real person.
This ‘I’ that arises a dream in each mind moment,
Yet successfully propagates itself as being true.
Yet, beyond this ‘I’ is glimpsed the infinite sky,
Blue with the Beloved’s touch.
A borderless shoreless vast
Where the lover and the Beloved consummate and become one.
Beyond this ‘I’ the nightmare ends
And the eyes open to the rapturous Dreamer
Who is constantly becoming the dream.
Momentarily the dream is absorbed in the Dreamer
And only a tranquil sweetness remains…
…until meeting the demand of the play it gets pulled into the next dream.
- Anahita Sanjana (India)
Excellent touch and awesome feelings captivated very well..... what an end and a fabulous start to the new year. Please do share many more beautiful works in future.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Anahita ji
It is the longing of a poet that what she glimpses and tries to capture in words reaches and resonates with the reader's heart. Then her joy in the poem is doubled. Thank you very much Sudeviji for doubling my joy!
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