Finally the nightmares have begun
Generally it grapples me,
Like the sudden drop in mercury
On a late winter afternoon.
It is like sitting for the mathematics exam
With an inscrutable question paper,
As inscrutable as the Gods.
Or being tied on the deck of a ship,
The sea licking its tongue,
Mocking the vessel.
The waves as big as ego,
And as destructive as pride,
Raging towards me.
The night sky as dark as desire.
And then the dream is over.
Like the conclusion of a good short story,
My mornings are punctuated
By the three dots of an incomplete dream.