My Nightdream Poem by Mohammad Younus

It is now my bedtime -
Time to go for my introspection;
I am doing it now in the darkness of my Living room,
I am lonely meditating with legs unstretched in my bed;

I say, 'MyKoul! what are you doing here?
What for you have come to this world?
Of your own accord or at someone's bidding? '

I have become a careless draught of air...
coming in and going out regularly,
I am like a restless ripple in the water...
...not knowing the depth of the sea,
I am like the dead Chinar leaf on the ground...
...fallen down by the autumn wind;

In this cold night I feel myself, as if I am...
...a frozen fossil of the Iceage,
In the stillness of the night,
I hear unending sound of Hu Hu
It keeps me awake, as I think it is whispering to me:
La Illaha ila Hu (there is no god but He) ;

I have become a dream as without opening my eyelids,
I see moon shining, and stars twinkling in the sky,
I see myself slipping into the depths of the holy light;

I stand up for prayer and meditation
The morning birds start chirping,
and the shepherd starts playing at his flute,
I melt into the music of the flute...
...and my heart throbs all day...
....giving a sound of Hu, hu.

At dawn I hear Azaan, and I open up my eyelids,
I look round startled, because I find...
'I am in the same Living room, sleeping in the bed...
...without stretching my legs';
I have come out of my nightdream.

MyKoul