The grey skies darkened the overcast minds
the broken, fearful, submissive souls
at the prick of a needle I closed my eyes
and wandered into the passage of recycled life.
Creator Sustainer Destroyer
Mr. G, what will you be for me?
Flushed down rivers of acid
I fell on my stomach on a black bed
surrounded with white walls and
besieged with robotic agents
I wondered.
Had I woken up, like Neo, in the Matrix?
I had followed no white rabbit
yet I was still dragged down a wonderless journey to here.
I opened my eyes and saw mother looking out the window at the
Bombay rain.
This was a different dream.
At 4 pm on Friday I awoke,
with many umbilical cords winding in and out.
It had been many days, they said.
It was all over now, they said.
With bellowing winds the Great Cerulean Sea had carried me
across her waters
and in a thunderous might she delivered it in the big drops
of the August monsoon.
In the mirror I could see
I had been reincarnated as me.
NOORMOHAMED 