Poem by Dr. Vinay Jha

Dreamy Savior
By Dr. Vinay Jha

My dreams and me
My slumberous visions and my diurnal life
Have a link as firm as rock
As true as wings and flights.

I see my dreams, wafting through to me
Not from the webby, bony cellar of my mind
They, I feel come to bless me
From the One who pities
My multiple handicaps: both innate and imposed.

My dreams, my visions are never empty
They bring me light when I am almost blind
They bring me meanings when I am confusion personified
They bring me breath into my frozen body
And help me resume my journey destined.

O, so sad, so unfortunate
For between visits of my airy friends
My dreamy guides
I always pass,
Through pricks and glooms
Through thorns and thins.

Gradually, glooms and thins, thins and glooms
Ride on me, lash on me until my bones
Come out of my flesh,
I lie down, left out, dumped
And then just before
I am all done down
They come with balm and blessings.
Lift me up, dress my wounds up.

And then I feel purged
Of my tormentors’ stains
My sloth, my emptiness, my crudity and the like
And all fresh from the dreamy treats
I proceed on, with my journey destined.