Tuesday, 20 October 2015

[Poem] Sleep

Senses' shutters shut one by one
eyes close, and so does the dormant nose
the mouth has no role
the ears close last and later still the skin
taut tendrillar 
grasp on life loosens
How foolish the pretension to hold!

When sleeps grips, all grasps weaken
freed from the tentacles of a peremptory world
free of the limitations of consciousness
free to wander in distant realms
and walk the promontory of unfettered human talent
a variant cosmos, a variant sun
a variant ambulation,
a variant self with limitless power
the soul takes flight
in distant spheres
destined though for reluctant returns
the soul blooms
and we smile on waking
and call it restful sleep

When sleep deserts,
Death is bliss.


  1. Beautiful Bhuvana...How foolish the pretensions to hold! Loved it. :)

  2. Thank you for reading and your appreciation.