The Chronicles Of A Cosmic Dreamer

By Ananya Behera

As mystical streams fall for the stars high above, a dreamer opens up the portal of words to eternal dimensions as she contemplates her existence and unravels the secrets of the consciousness. The following pieces are the scattered pearls of deep inner work and automatic writing process, which will make you levitate in the ecstasy of imagination.

1. TRANCE: THE BEGINNING

What is this feeling?

where am I?

I cannot feel my body.

but the irony is,

I have never felt so much,

of myself before.

All parts numb, I cannot understand if they were numb before,

or this new feeling,

Is disguised as numbness.

I am in a ‘trance’,

or my mind was always in.

the illusion I saw as reality,

the identity I am seeing in this trance.

Hurt, inevitable.

life, irresistible.

Does this have no end?

oh, this is just a cycle.

Steps to different stages, ambition to go further and further.

I did not realize, when I started filling someone’s inner void,

filling someone’s shoes.

This is the trance, I do not want to be in.

Hollow world to hollow souls.

I cannot take their definition of being full anymore.

Singular to particle.

Now, my eyes see all.

Oh, I have forgotten my eyes now,

to gain the sight of that little spark inside me.

I am high with my own feeling,

I need no substance to be this hyped up.

My trance within is enough.

I am in a trance,

or my mind was always in.

the illusion I saw as reality,

the identity I am seeing in this trance.

1. MAP OF STARS: THE ROUTE

Your soul flows through the map of the stars,

as the lines on your palm are not written by fate.

as fate is mistaken as something pre-determined,

adamant to be reversed by us,

but is just the mere alignment to your purpose,

your fleeting life’s significant role in the cosmic drama.

1. THE MELANCHOLY OF REALISTAION

You are too pure to be of this world,

isn’t that a tragedy?

Belonging to the sky,

where soil looks like dust,

moonlight shaped like your deep roots.

1. THE LUCID DILEMMA

Clarity is a function of structure,

something so firm, that it stands defying all chances of evolution.

Unlike, the Blur in a subject,

which challenges the consciousness to experience it relentlessly,

until the senses get numb,

to find the new, yet unstable clarity.

Hence, the comprehensible is as illusive as the vague.

1. EPIPHANY AT NIGHT

The night makes me believe in,

mysteries and tales of the stars and time,

blurred, misinterpreted, yet intriguing;

conspiracy theories somewhere in the corner of every brain,

stimulating senses for something higher than what meets the naked eyes.

Still this rushing realm making us sink teeth in reality,

these nights I never feel alone;

and, someday, one of these nights, I get an epiphany.

1. SOUL ALIKE WATER

Purity of the Soul,

comes from deep within the oceans of life force.

A light bounded by darkness;

glimpses so subtle,

that it’s existence comes into doubt.

Hollow lives lie down, the existence being a loop in itself.

saving the waters of the stream of the consciousness,

becomes essential for the deep dive into that ocean.

1. LOUD WAVES: HER AWAKENING

She used to be a tenant of this chaos,

her voice was her price;

doctrines of her pleasure and divinity burnt before her eyes,

as she lived in an oblivion.

Then a time arrived,

those calm waters started fuming alike an Aghori’s rage,

people bewildered as they witnessed her woke,

with a ferocious eye.

1. SHE MEETS SOUL: THE UNION

The one who delved into her waters,

never came back.

As he was too deep into her consciousness, already.

The moment he experienced the depth of her subconscious,

he never wished to return,

to the mundane.

As it was the brighter blue than the theories written on her;

more fantastical,

than the cosmos written by dying stars.

Which alas, the mere rationale tried to comprehend.

The cold wait alike ages.

her waters remained untouched;

but now quenched, as they dived into each other’s worlds,

through the portal of their words.

The desire of the unknown, to floating in space of one’s own gnosis, we expand our universe in little notes, little pages to the greater cosmos of wander…

By Ananya Behera