By Hema Mehra
If I fall asleep, do not hasten to shake me awake,
There's a reason for that slumber…
It is when the soul travels to unknown climes,
To find the pristine water its thirst must slake.
If I fall asleep, do not wonder why,
I'm travelling through time unknown,
Searching for that moment I lost…
Looping through the breeze, reaching for the sky.
If I fall asleep, just let me be,
I've almost touched that ephemeral moment…
That was forever out of reach in timelessness, that could forever set me free.
If I fall asleep,
Do not hasten to shake me awake…
Know that I am travelling just this once,
For myself alone—my own thirst to slake.