Dreaming Times Poem by AMITAVA MAZUMDAR

(1)


Not so profound, not so deep
Wounds in the bodies dig a sleep

Writhing like a leech about to suck
After a few winks, sleep forms into a crystal arc

Eyes hardened like a brittle glass stood on the wall
Every wink, every spell rotates under the squall

A glimpse appears, not-so-far
At the horizon of the bed, dream wafts into the sleeper.



(2)
Bodies mingle with silence after that
Dream gazes at like a fearful cat

Those serene moments licks up all
Dreams and only dreams makes us fall

A colourful rainbow, a pestering ostrich
Comes all at a stroke then yawns out with a feeble screech

Before the final shake, a faint touch
Began to soothe, eyes fumble at large

All the colours from the dreams elope
When the pillows like an abandoned wife pull and shove.