Yesterday's Dream* Poem by indira babbellapati

I don’t want to sleep so soon

Yesterday’s dream is still raw



Triggering a dust-storm in the eyes

Raising red dust, comes sleep

Tuptup, flap the doors of lashes

And just close by themselves



Dream, like a flood, comes


Carrying the broken logs of memories


As if they were rafts



I become homeless

In yeasterday’s sleep

I trembled in fear

In yesterday’s flood

No, not so soon

Yesterday’s dream is still raw



Dream, an invisible wound—


Inflicted upon by a reluctant sleep

That comes and goes at its will


Dream, the secret of

Death of imagination and fear

It appears in thousand postures

Like a friend, dead



Aslo sparkles for once


Amidst endless thoughts



Yesterday’s dream—

Still raw…



15 Oct 2010

00.09hrs

*Original in Telugu by Vinnakota Ravishankar