By a mere closure of eyelid,
i skid.

Into a deep trance,
where silence took over noise.

Where the milder sounds seek,
and my awareness to these, at its peak.

The ticking clock, the frogs croak,
the cool breeze, the hoppers squeak.

Then a free fall i had,
into a never ending pipe.

I weighed just about a leaflet,
all this, seemed quick.

A beautiful cozy bed to retreat,
was the end to my treat.

© Hari Prasad S