I dream in the language of dreams
Where desire and my unconscious
Coalesce in an unholy alliance
Nudging me to a state of sweet surreality

And yet this unreality has a meaning
A connection, however slender
To my own daily existence
To my own fears and exuberance

The mind speaks a language
Of its own choice and preference
Unchained from its moorings
Frolicking around in gay abandon

Drawing in bits and pieces
From suppressed traumas and unspoken desires
Drowned from my conscious world
Under sheaves of neuronal cobwebs

I try to make sense of it when I wake up
Trying to distill order out of disorder
Reason out of unreason
Logic and monotony out of uncharted chaos

Subir Chakraborty
5th Feb 2012