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.
….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
We soar high
like kites in the sky.
The wind set us free.
We make paths, make way...fly on!
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