THE DREAM
When the stealth of the silent night descends upon Earth.
The latter falls asleep fatigued and forlorn in the darkness clasp -
Oh Dream! You dawn upon me with your ever playful mirth.

I know often your purports surreptitious as you -
invade Mind:s invisible reign,
Half-awake, half-asleep the tired body is lain,
Your whispers are heard:
A pretentious smile
To make man victim of your dark design of the while.
So, stay far far away,
Make me not a victim of your frivolous play.

It is when in solitude your footsteps slow advance
With your bewitching smile and a fictitious romance
Mind struggles hard in the impregnable domain of the subconscient -
You, like a clever sorceror cast vile tricks transient
To win the human heart
Deep in stupor in forgotten moments of the infinite Vast.

Invade me no more with your ugly design
To fall into your oneiric snare,8
Oh Elf of Darkness in desolate realm of the idle hour,
Your inane desires to make man's corporeal mind
Subservient to your grotesque design
Of the unworthiest kind.

Invade me not with your errant thoroughfare -
of random thoughts of nether mud and mire,
I aspire to be awakened to the One Distant Call that makes me rise,
I live not in hopes of your false promise and a fake paradise.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Anand Utsav Ashram Haridwar. 24 June 2019)