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The Eyes in my dream - published in Indian ruminations I dreamt of two eyes, which were deep and dark with a red spot near the ball like a forbidden rose. In the paradise of dream, they wandered across time. And in those mysterious wheels I saw the height of mounts, depth of seas, and length of rivers. They were weak and tired all along the dream carrying the burden of memories that nested in the heart before birth,beyond death. In the dream they taught me the language of life the science of snowfall the magic of a wind and the joy of a wound. Then they asked me to decode my dreams, the rapid dreams that ran along my way, It was not my choice nor my faith but an unexpected guest from previous life with bonds that never unwind. In my dream, never did those eyes give me a glance, they were busy searching new mounts and streams. But I was trapped by the typhoon in the ball. And I had no way but to spiral round the peaceful centre of life and death, without touching it nor losing it. In th...