Anisha Kaul
The Sea of Murky Dreams


We met in the deep waters, unclear as my dreams
Our feet dangling loosely, hands reaching out
I grasp at the tide and like time it slips away
Dreams of happier isle melt in an embrace
As tiny bubbles, we resurface for air
Touched by life, then plunge again
Into the depths of subconscious
Towards mysteries, metaphors and
Monochromatic shades of Freudian glare
Drifting away, he immortalizes the setting sun
While into his arms I roll, as if towards my final sleep