The Last Stanza
Reality (life) Dream
Reality:
I walk in a dream.
In this walk I am sleeping.
Freed,
And dreaming of a walk.
It continues in circles of movements.
The sound of pants grinding against each other,
like the blade of a saw pushed and pulled,
through a log of wood.
Continued, unending.
This is the clearest sound I can hear.
Everything else comes in snatches,
conversations barely audible and stopped short.
Life:
It feels like everything is watching me,
downcast eyes, suspicious eyes,
eyes rested for close examination
and through eyes of nonchalant concern, passing by and meeting mine,
in a flying moment.
The pants grind.
The people look.
I dream of dreaming this dream.
In dreams, I am dreaming.
Dream:
of walking.
and sleeping while walking
and dreaming while sleeping.
It continues in circles of movements, in cycles.
The circle is uncomfortable.
And so it wriggles in its movement,
elongates,
and then separates into two.
And then into three.
My body elongates and separates,
into two...
And then into three.
The three of us
walk in a line, where I am the center,
separating and collapsing
into myself.
Within and without.
Reality:
I am conscious.
There is a fierce sound
of my shoes against the road,
grinding against dirt and beaten stones
In its lateral movements that collect for
“foreword”.
Forward,
I walk against a background of sounds.
Life:
Away from voices, that I think
I am dreaming in a- sleep,
slept in a- walk,
walked in a- dream.
Continued in circles of movements.
Dreaming of escape,
Dreamt in a sleep,
Under confinement.
Aayush Niroula
Aayush Niroula stays on the brink of getting kicked out from V.E.N.T! but always saves himself with a few quirky (and humorous) comments about (un)important things. He writes stories and poems, likes films and the essence of soil. Nobody knows what he does at V.E.N.T! but legend has it that he "edits" stories. P.S. He is boring most of the time. Contact him at aayush AT ventzine DOT com.
