Come sleep , as slowly , securely I transit into rest …. Whilst my mind , like a wanderer seeks a path of escape from all the trials and tribulation of life … here I go, fitting into a new pair of shoes , a metaphoric travel through the open windows into the sky expanse , …… as slowly I unwind my bag full of beautiful postcards and throw them to the vast open space , unfurling before me in a charade of nebulous Light . my open ended letters and picture post cards, meant for unknown friends. Assuming they live somewhere beyond my knowledge.
Did I ever get a distant signaling from there ? still anticipating , Christmas come next , I awake to find a postcard or letter from the afar, beyond worlds that I can only connect via sleep
My poems book , typically based on this theme , a mesmeric idea conveyed in words eloquence and the river of thoughts or imagination
From
RATUL BANERJEE