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Alas! …after a
long separation.
She departs again!
My dream seems
real
The silence
that comes from peace
Seems so
different to the silence
That comes
out of sorrow.
_____
Mild scent
of jasmine wafts in through the window
I wake up… but,
keep my eyes close; amused
I feel her
with me…
Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Drip.
….like a
flood, the ‘subconscious’ takes me over.
The dream
echoes again…
A finger touches
me; wraps my hand
Prepares me
to walk ...
It's a tightrope-walk.
A strange yolky light floods into the vision
We get in through the candyfloss garden
Maa is near
me… I feel safe.
I rise on my
tiptoes
Holding her tightly, . fearlessly
....take off
We soar high
High
High
like kites
in the sky.
The wind set us free.
We make paths, make way...fly on!
And then...
My eyes suddenly open...
I stumble... swerve; she's gone!
Dreams aren't real, play tricks
Don't know why....?
but I had a dream of that Shangri-la
Where we travel with our pens…
Maa, without
you, life is not the same.
But then, I choose not to shatter
Death is the truth...
My
still-sleepy mind thinks that my Mom who crossed the light almost two decades
ago came to visit me in my dreams a few days ago. Today happens to be my Mother’s
Death Anniversary. 16/05/2016
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Oh....that was quite a dream, Panchali. And I understand how disconcerting it might have been to see your mother after all this time. And then to have her disappear once again...I do think that one never stops missing one's mother, no matter how old one is. Life IS not the same, and never will be, without one's mother.
ReplyDeleteWell, I believe it was a true visit.......so beautiful, with that yolky glow, the scent of jasmine and the soaring. One of my new faves of yours, Panchali. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLike Sherry, I also believe that it was a true visit Panchali di...you're blessed by her presence...so touching...
ReplyDeletevery vivid... hope the dream brought you comfort.
ReplyDeleteI believe our loved departed ones do visit us during these times.
ReplyDeleteWhat's dream & what's reality?
We don't know...
I am another who believes the dead sometimes do visit us truly in dreams. I am glad you choose not shatter, but send her loving thoughts in return.
ReplyDeleteYes its a perfect dream....which takes you high and high and makes you feel the presence of your mother with you...though in dreams...what else one wants
ReplyDeleteWhat a strong dream, and I could so understand that a bond between mother and child to come strong like this in a dream... so wonderful and sad.
ReplyDeleteI do believe that that happens at times. But then again, with memories of her so near and dear even after long, she's not really distant either, so she would come in your dreams to let you know she's still there in your heart if you need some inspiration. :)
ReplyDeleteThere is definitely a difference between the silence of peace and the silence of sorrow - perhaps feeling more at peace allows people to return to us - i do hope so - beautifully written
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.. you are truly blessed with your bond with her!
ReplyDeleteI had a dream of that Shangri-la
ReplyDeleteWhere we travel with our pens… '
I think those are real blessings, those visits reminding us we are loved.
This is so beautiful. What a lovely dream. She definitely visited you in spirit through your subconscious to your dream.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. What a lovely dream. She definitely visited you in spirit through your subconscious to your dream.
ReplyDeleteThe veil between here and there is so thin sometimes...
ReplyDeleteOMG! You are truly blessed! Lovely dream!
ReplyDeleteAn unimaginable loss. Our dreams help us process our realities in such ways. Beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteThank you, everyone for your words of encouragement!
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessed woman she must have been to be dreamt of like this!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry. Beautiful thoughts.