I Sleep For A Few Dreams Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

I often think
The eye within the eye
Of the soul is tranquil
But it can cause for all
A storm in rage.

Around the body,
I too have a cluster of names.
A father and a husband,
An uncle and a great father
A brother and a cousin...
I am a refugee in these names.

The glances over the skies beyond the seas
Too display the same sketches
Many are refugees in their names.
The east and the west converge
And let out a cry of union.
A blue star may leave a sigh!

Ambition will be my small city
Unto which I may flee from these cluches.
Then what to end with?
A pilgrimage of amazing nothingness....
Ha, ha ha... let me live
In this small hamlet of contentment.

My heartaches and headaches are merciful
For they do not come together.
For the missing moon I do not stretch out
My smiles and tears are interwoven
For they occur untimely ever.
I see a flock of swans moving towards
A lake with a depth unmeasured.
They too often quack at my notions!

The aged flowers will soon fall
Remembering the long lost fragrance they had.
I would like to search for bottled perfumes
For my limbs cannot walk up to young flowers
They may bloom for a while and fall
And I have to keep vigil for a season.

Death is ready to strike me too
Eyeball to eyeball, I can see him
But a little more work has to be done
So wait for me little long, you wood and fire
Later a song will rise from my pyre
And it will be a breeze.
Just now what I want is
Yet another voyage to dreams!
I sleep for a few dreams..