Dream

unable

to comprehend..

drenched

like the cloud

that wont rain..

form drags

its feet..

eye looks around..

it seems

just like

the dream..

eye speaks

to itself..

should be

a boat..

somewhere here..

or

a bridge..

something..

form

runs along

the bank..

searching..

desperate

it appears

a cemented

structure..

plugged

with bags

of something..

sand bags..

thankful..

feet clamber

over the tops

trying its best

to get away furthest

from the witness

that

is itself

thakshaka..

please

take care

of master..

voice utters aloud

to who

eye doesn’t know

reaching across

eye looks

to see

a flooded place..

all water..

one deep breath

eyes shut

feet wade

through..

muddy water

lapping

at the knees

Amma..

i hear

voice call..

Amma..

where are You

..?

form

wades in

deeper from

the grassy borders

Amma…

Amma..

voice wonders

aloud

why is there not

a soul around

..?

but heart heaves

a sigh of relief

ears cant hear

dear master now

the creepers

shrubs

trees

solemn

they stand

and wait..

for what

God only knows

Amma…

form wades in

further

deeper…

deeper….