In Vishnu's Dreams

The skies swirl in blue and pink

A solar storm? No, it’s something more – 

A different world, a different time

I know I am lost in another lore

There are stars hidden in the underground

I don’t see, I can feel them all

And around them each, a pulsing force

Inside my spine, they rise and fall

And the skies and the ground, they seem to merge

A force that wills us, to die to be one

The world an atom, a bubble of dream

That needs not sky, nor moon or sun

The stars fall apart, I can hear the cries

When a pair of eyes opens in the sky

The Blue God wakes - if his dreams don’t last

Then all must fall that once was a lie

‘Go back to sleep,’ I softly croon

‘It’s not yet time for you to wake’

And I somehow will the God to sleep

For I alone do know, what is at stake

And as He sleeps, I seem to wake

The green skies turn to the blue I know,

The noisy world comes back to life,

And I seem to feel the times that flow

‘What happened to you?’ my cat, she asks

Did I utter anything in my sleep?

‘I was deep inside Vishnu’s dreams,

When I willed Him to return to his slumber deep’

‘Strange,’ she says, ‘A dreamer alone can steer his dreams – 

How can you then change, that what is His?’

I answer not, for I'm lost in those eyes –

Have I seen them before in the timeless seas…

20th July, 2020