Posts Tagged ‘dream’

Of shining pearls and a flying peacock

April 15, 2016

Content I am.  With a smile on my face and a glow in my eyes.  That I had just been in a dream. Moments flew on feathery soft wings.

We smiled for no reason but for being happy.  We gleamed.  We shone.  Not like a firefly, nor like a diamond, but like a pearl.  Soft and milky white.

That we rode in parching heat, like it was a breeze of early summer mornings.  That we pulled off the road, so that the time should halt.  That we fell into embraces like how much we belonged there.  That we tasted the nectar like our lips had never tasted love before.

How would it matter what we were? The two eternal souls randomly collided in the complex machinery of existence?  Why would it matter?

That we existed is truth. Like the peacock that flew right above our head and no one else but we two saw it.  If we two had not noticed it, would it mean that the peacock never existed? It did.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

August 25, 2014

I was awake till late last night. It was about 2 o’clock. I was not feeling sleepy. I had already had a good sleep in the afternoon – it was a Sunday. Not feeling sleepy, I was playing with phone, checking statuses here and there. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, I started feeling my own heartbeats. It was not pounding, but a flutter, thready rhythm. Everything started seeming hollow. It felt like I am going to crumble within myself. It was a feeling like – when you take terbutaline syrup and your heart goes shallow. The feeling was not much pronounced. It was not impossible to ignore, only if I could fall asleep.

Sleep was elusive. I used my time-tested somniferous techniques; they help for sure. I had good sleep, until morning, when nightmarish dreams started. I was trying to catch a train, caught the door bar, my hand slipped and I fell on the platform. The guard noted and slowed down the train, then I caught it. Some other incident. I was at some local station. Suddenly, there was smoke coming from everywhere. People started running haywire fearing a terrorist attack. I too ran away and caught some local, which swiftly moved out of the station. Later I noted the train was going to Karjat, not where I wanted to go.

Phone rang out of nowhere. Relieved, I woke up.

When I was haunted by a tamarind ghost

April 25, 2014

It was a weird dream I had last night. Suddenly, I started to feel like I am doing strange things – like I am haunted. It appeared to be in Buldana. I took a ST bus and drove it in the ghats. I knew that I can’t drive, but still I drove it with hitches and left it in the midway where it stopped. In another instance, I again took another bus and again drove it in the ghats – this time much further than the last time. At some point, I realized I must be haunted; otherwise how would I drive without knowing how to drive? I realized it started with my visit to Casablanca property – a hilly forest area around the Buldana ghats (In fact, there is no such property there, though the area is hilly and with a sparse forest. The name Casablanca is completely fictional, which, it seems, the dream took from one of the movies I watched recently.

I told people about the strange things happening to me – that I drove the bus etc. I was trying to convince them that I was haunted and that I knew I was haunted. Somehow, there came one of my seniors from my current office (i.e. in Mumbai). While talking to him, I remembered it apparently started from a tamarind tree in the jungle. He seemed excited and asked “Tamarind tree? Then it’s simple..” He took a dry tamarind, encircled it in the air above my head and broke it on side of my forehead. Suddenly, smoke started coming from around my head and it condensed into the tamarind. He then threw away the thing, and I became free of the ghost.

Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya…

February 16, 2012

Because it will not be forever that the the peace will prevail.  There will be times, as it is now, that I will find myself lost.  You have a plan.  I have a dream, unfortunately, and even more cowardly, as you call it, not a plan.  Some day, suddenly out of a blue, you will put the plan forth, and I, with the extensive burden it would put on me, would succumb.  I should not.

Jesus on Cross at the Grotto of Mother Lourdes, Nagpur

Let your hand be ready to help me, for I have chosen your precepts.  Psalm 119:173

And aren’t your precepts mine too?

Note:  The post title is taken from a famous Sanskrit prayer from Brihadaranyaka 1:3:27; it means “lead me from darkness to light.”