From The Cold Side Of The Pillow Poem by Avik DattaGupta

A whisper in the ears in another dream,
There is much more than what we know!
In our fading memories and written memoirs,
Venting in to invent!
Uncovering to discover!
An old to new!
That no one ever knew.
A truth which wasn't too sure,
Of beliefs that kept running evermore!
Yet ignorance is bliss!
Let things happen the way it is!
Not a philosophy for a philosopher,
Who couldn't proceed too far.
The universe in the brain,
Might be peacefully insane!
As it rests on the subdural space!
Below the skull, the skin and the hair,
On a soft pillow hugging despair!
Caressing strange sparks to peace!
Let blazing fires burning us cease!
Let it all sleep before it leaps,
On a pillow of winds that sweeps,
Our latent thought particles in a stream!
As a soft whisper suddenly scream,
From a space that all seems hollow,
From the cold side of the pillow!
-Avik Datta Gupta