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.
Wow such great imagery in this poem! I love it! Keep up the awesome work Pradeep! ! !
I love this poem Pradeep! its fantastic, you take the reader on a journey. Beautiful! love and Light
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wow! a sleep always energizes a person despite of the good and bad dreams in it... and same way is our life.... our bad times makes us strong for the worse, realize the importance of the good ones and the good ones.. they just add more meaning to the way a life can be lived... :)