Dreams

Dreams often premonition of some memorable event- One relating to good tidings forgotten easily, While the ones just before something foul happens Stay hung in memory like dead Albatross* Around cursed sailor's neck. We try to shake them off branding coincidence, Yet coincidence stands on its own ground Without interference from mighty intellect, Mysteriously lighting up and connecting The distant corners of past, present and future Containing the blue prints for time As a whole and single entity. Note: * The image of dead Albatross around cursed sailor's neck is taken from the Coleridge's poem The Ancient Mariner.