RIDE
Jernail S Aanand
During the day, I am in my senses
The night arrives
With oblivionogen tablets
And I suddenly lose consciousness.
My senses are then hijacked
Better say abducted
Sometimes taken to Thebes
And sometimes to Troy
I visit forbidden palaces
In which I was perhaps married
Or murdered who knows
How blissful this lack of Knowledge is!
When I get up,
I have squarely forgotten
Where I had been,
And I am back to my square one.
On one side is the day of conscious activity
On the other, the night
When we give ourselves over to sleep
To be taken for a dreamy ride.
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