Tuesday, 25 August 2009

what was it?

over the thin glaciers of a dream,
i made my way to something beautiful last night.

i remember,
nodding my head to myself,
“yes, this is it! this is it!”

waking up,
i hadn’t the faintest notion,
what it really was.



Netha Hussain said...

Nicely penned.....Meanings beyond words..... Keep blogging, sir.

Imagination said...

Is it really important to remember and know what we saw in a dream?

This is very nice!

May be a feeling of eternal beauty that lasted even when the dream was over!

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

It happened to me a lot of times. Nice to see it written, the feeling, a sense of loss.

bluebird said...

I've taken it one step further. Sometimes I try desperately to go back to sleep and see the rest of it.
But who can say where a dream ends?

Aparna said...

In the dream, it seems so real, everything is within your grasp. But the dream vanishes and the reality creeps in.
Like Bluebird, I am also guilty of going back to sleep just to see if the dream will come back.

P. Venugopal said...

Now, friends,
This is something that has come to us all. The essence of poetry is whether and how you can express it. I wrote it from my experience--i seldom go for the imagined--but, how well could I express it? As students, as I too am, I would like you to read this piece by Emily Dickinson, on a theme more or less the same.

A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,--some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know
I've met the thing before;
It just reminded me--'t was all--
And came my way no more.

God bless you all.

Extremity said...

i often wake up to such moments feeling the ecstasy.and wen i realize its nothng but oly the void desperation.. :(

P. Venugopal said...

within reach, yet vanishing as you reach out to touch and feel?
longings, forms without shapes, words without the syllables?

extremity, why are you silent these days?