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73- The Dream

I had a dream this early morning,
About an unearthly place, starry,
Blueness of the skies extended,
Beauty dripped in heaps, molten.

The alarm rang, sighing I opened my eyes,
Glaring at the ceiling and hitting snooze,
I close my eyes and delve into sleep.
The dream continues uninterrupted,

I climb a set of stairwells hurried,
Holding the folds of my golden saree,
My friend, Aryaa, looks at me smiling,
I grin at her, smirking and laughing,

The alarm rings once more, exhaling,
I hit the snooze once again, turning around,
Closing my eyes, I delve into that dream,
And into that ethereal land, unaware,

My aunt says, "Why, aren't you getting married?"
I smiled at her as if everything made sense somehow.
And blushed a deep shade of beet red.
And left the hall for all those tasks unattended.

I wake up again, panting, eyes stinging,
It was morning and I had to learn for maths exam,
My heart twisted, but an unforeseen force pulled me,
Into the claiming arms of sleep once more.

People rolled bangles onto my wrists,
Draped me in a never ending trail of red saree,
Lined my eyes with kohl and drew on my forehead,
Then handed me a thick garland of red roses.

My roommate calls out, "Your alarm, dear!"
Wincing I come out from the embrace of sleep,
And hit the snooze another time, yet,
And as usual, am drawn into that ethereal world.

There were so many people around,
Blue waves rolled nearby, a lake perhaps,
They told me to ask the permission from someone,
Who lived beneath that lake, I felt confused.

I wake up, my forehead dripping sweat,
My arms aching, and goosebumps all over,
Hugging myself close, wrapping my blanket,
I close my eyes unable to stop myself: drawn to it.

I raise the garland, the sky blazes dark blue,
Everyone assembled fold their palms,
A thunder roars, and a conch booms,
Smiling I raise the garland higher as if I knew.

And this time I wake up from my dream completely,
Breathless, but had no recollection of the dream,
Maths, maths exam, I had to learn, I get down the bed,
And my knees buckle, I fall hard, bruising,

I open the cupboard, draw my clothes out,
And enter the washroom, turn on the shower,
That's when I realise, trying to recollect the dream,
Oh Narayan! Realisation astounds me, I become still.

The dream feels like a book with missing pages,
The garland, the conch, my aunt, my friend,
And then me raising the garland, marriage.
I gasp at the realisation. At everything it spelled.

Tears drip down my face as it mixes with water,
And drown myself in the hot water burning,
I try not to think about that dream,
In a way it made me the happiest on the planet.

But I had an exam to study for.

Now that my exam is over, 
I have a question for You, Milord,
What was that dream about?
What did it mean?

It wasn't a normal dream, Sri Hari,
Tell me how many times can the same dream,
Continue, despite waking up numerously,
Are you making me a laughing stock?

For this once, I fail to acknowledge,
Your perceptive silence that spills into my soul,
I am waiting for your answers and this once,
You owe me an answer, oh yes, you do.