An AIDS patient

I was going through an especially disturbing phase in my life. Friends were far and few.
That night I dreamt of a girl. I was waiting to see a Doctor in a hospital in my home town. I was suddenly attracted to this quiet woman sitting a little distiance away from me. I discerned a suppressed pain, which broke out and times in tears and whimpers. But suddenly there was a lot of commotion. She was led to the Lab by her parents and family - a little forcefully. And there was loud sobbing, as a nurse haded over a note. It obviously a said she was HIV poistive. And of a sudden every one let go off her. And refused to touch her. She sobbed uncontrollably, crying "....What happens to the person that was me. My values... My everything.." I suddenly wanted to reach out and touch her. I rushed forward, and caringly but firnly held her forearm. I was shocked to find it moist. A sticky colourless fluid was dripping from my hands.
The dream ended just there. And I woke up.

Examination

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Final exams were over some 13 years ago. School had already become a dim distant memory, and yet when I slipped into a deep sleep one summer night, in 2001, I relived the fears and turmoils of an examination season that had once haunted me as a high schooler.

" I found myself in the classrom again. I was making last minute preparations for the Mathematics exam. We had just few minutes more to go. Others in the clasroom all seemed totally relaxed, some were even cracking jokes and running around. Try as I would, to my dismay, I couldn't remember even a single formula. I realised I haven't learned any thing... And there were just minutes to go... A cold sweat broke out. I sank in dsitress.
Luckily, I woke up just then.
And realised, I was 28 years old now
And that schhol exams were a good 13 years behind me.

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Dreamloom

Dreamloom

A Friend Comes Home

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SHARING A POEM

Sharing Poetry with a friend could be an intense experience. I don’t share my writings with casual acquaintances or colleagues. I am rather particular. So when that special someone comes in, one’s eager to show all those special creations. It’s a special experience. A lot like sharing a common dream.

I had just completed my studies, and had started working. College days were behind me. But I still loved my school days best, and cherished my school friends best. I rarely wrote poetry now. It all seemed to have dried up. Looking strangely incoherent. Life was in disarray. I had stopped dreaming.

So when I dreamt of my old school friend looking through my poems, I was overcome by an inexplicable happiness. There we were, sitting in my study, looking through some of my writings... and I suddenly looked up to my friend and wanted to say something like…" Hey, I can't believe this. Is this happening for real. Two of us meeting up after so long like this...? Is this real..? Just then my friend's image began to fade. Like a mirage it seemed to melt into thin air. And I soon found myself sitting upright in bed, wondering where that dear friend of mine was just then.

I left for Office with a heavy heart the next morning. It had been more than nine years since last I saw my beloved friend. When I reached office, I was told that I had a guest waiting for me at the reception. It was indeed that one person I had dreamt of the previous night. I mentioned nothing about the previous night’s dream at that time. But even today, it’s quite a mystery to me. Are we indeed capable of projecting ourselves into the future…?
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Deep Forest

This is by far the most powerful dream that comes to my mind.

The year was 1989. We were all coming to terms with the death of a classmate. She was a close friend. A chirpy young girl. Full of life. Who wanted to live. And had a zest for life. One afternoon she quietly succumbed to Brainfever.

We folks were all beginning to drift apart. Having just left school, we were all on our way to Universities in different parts of the country. This loss somehow brought us together once again. I wrote to a few close friends. They called up. We shared our grief over the phone. And that night, I had this strange dream

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" I saw her sinking into a moist patch of earth. In the middle of a vast Rubber Estate behind the school premises. The hole was slowly revolving inward, sucking her inward. And she held out her hand. We stood around, all of us too dumbfound and rooted to the ground - not knowimg whether to go ahead and pull her out. I was shouting to my friends not to take her hand - lest she should drag them all in. But I had the confidence that I could do it. I was - pushing everyone aside and going right upto the edge of that hole to pull her out. Just as it got too much to handle I woke up. ...with a sense of loss. "

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