In my knotty dream I asked him; 'Are you Judas Iscariot who betrayed the Christ? '
He became silent and offered me a Tightrope.
I said ' I was a sailor.'
'That I know; You must have a thorough knowledge of knots.'
'Fairly Sir.'
'Then show me the Running Bowline which I used to hanged myself and you resemble my brother James.'
This nightmare could be an Omen.
Our few relatives live among us here and once a threat to our lives.
I think of my poor Mom's advise of bad dreams.
'Hey! My loving children as soon as you wake up go to a faucet
And open it, evil runs as water flows when you think of the nightmare.'
* The Buddha analyzed Life is full of knots, inside as same as outside, when you loosen one then turns into another knot.
What a chilling reminder of the brevity of life. A very dark poem indeed.But very well written, Nimal. Wishing you better dreams. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought provoking title and the poem is full of mystery and a mix of Buddhist and biblical history. You tantalize the reader with your images, Nimal - and your dreams. Your mother's advice sounds very sensible. Excellent poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥