I went to bed, my soul fraught
With Images of horror drowned
The blood of the innocents
Cried to me and cried again
My tears streaming again and again
Then In the darkness of the night
I saw my dream:
The seas rose and fell tearing at the world
Lashing tongues of doom churning and frothing
All around me the skylines collapsed,
In heaps of broken trees and smashed ruins
As if the world was unmade and returned to the void.
A boat appeared
Hands helped me onto the flimsy hold.
Near a cottage it landed,
The tumult of the sea,
Marking a shattering and a sundering
Affecting a trembling in my being.
I saw a shelf
I gravitated to it.
I saw resting humbly against its grime
A rounded circular thing,
Faintly pulsing the colour of a rosy rose.
I held it in my hand and walked.
Two people rushed at me.
Throw it throw it away
It is insignificant, they shouted
Trying to wrench it away
And throw it.
I clasped it to my heart and hugged it.
Then there was light, then there was more light
Even much more light,
As the gates of time and space fell away:
What rainbows at the fountainhead of rainbows did I see?
What luminous emanations, what astral clouds
Gleaming tossing showers of stars
What songs and cascading notes of cosmic rumblings
O what, what nebulas in the making
And meteors shooting,
Crossing the wildernesses of the cosmic eternities.
There and there I stood and watched the birth of galaxies
The Milky Way trailing countless constellations,
The universe revealed in all its awesome majesty
In an effusion of young stars and circling planets
I woke up.
What was shattered will be made whole again
The pangs of death are but the pangs of birth
The anomalies of horror
Will be resolved in the birth of the stars
In life redeemed in the Big Bang of freedom.
Alisar Iram December 2012