The Sleep Poem by Pradeep Uthaman

I went to the sleep,
That was more than a sleep.
And I went to the places,
Where my dreams were alive.

I saw the demons,
The devil, the bad and evil.
And I stood at the black shade,
Where I felt all in vague.

I was bound hard,
By the silence of night.
And it wasn't too quite,
As the sounds of dark were aloud.

I drowned in to the deep,
More deep into the past.
And I heard narrations,
they were all untold fairy tales.

Oh! I knew I fall,
But I wasn't pulled down.
And I fell into the angels,
Down to them like a feather.

I found everything closer
Closer than reality.
And in the holy hands I was alive,
But couldn't touch anything either.

I saw the woods,
The leaves and its shadows in blue.
And I stood at the milky shades
Where I felt the mist in solitude.

I slept one day alone,
But that wasn't just a sleep.
And I went so long
That no one could ever see.