தொலைதூர பிரதேசம்

i set out to travel to the distant place called sleep. somehow, it and i have become the same pole of a magnet. the fan-wind of unrelated thoughts certifies my wakefulness with a stamp. the blanket becomes an affectionate lover, running headlong to embrace me — for the brief moment i drift. having traveled all night and arriving at the very point i started, only confusion smiles and wakes me as its daily morning greeting. — haka