On a bed I lay
silent and warm,
Electricity’s out;
The tiniest sound to cause alarm
I shut my eyes,
my dreams collapse
into my mind
They scream inside
Off I go
float away
A slippery ride
across the haze
From skies of gold
and indigo
Through seas of blackened
afterglow
From mountains low
to craters high
in a craze
My dreams in chase
The sun creeps in
Dawn’s arisen
to wake me up from my slumber
softly
I land back, into my self
a little tired, a little fazed
from around the world
in a daze.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar