The Dream

I'm walking on the road, it's raining heavily, drops the size of
grapes falling on my body, hitting me like bullets. 
There is darkness
everywhere, the only thing visible is the swinging beam of the
Light-house in the distance Pointing to the sea.
That's my destination, the
Light-house. 
I hurry through the rain, the metaled road slipping
under my sneakers. 
I'm not afraid,
I'm definitely not afraid.
Why should I be? It was the best thing I could do, locking the room from
outside while the others choked in the toxic gas.


The beam completes a full circle and dazzles my eyes.
The night turns golden yellow. Almost day-like.
Suddenly there is a shrill cry, piercing the stillness of the night. With that, strange noises start
filling the air around me. 
Thick, gurgling sounds, sticking to my eardrums like hot molten wax. 
I cover my head with the cape I'm wearing, but the noises don't stop. Instead they rise in intensity.
I feel something touching my feet.
Looking down, I find big lumps of
earth forming out from the road, rising in grotesque shape of a hand.
The hand gropes for a moment about my feet trying to pull me down and
suddenly, with a brutal force, snatches at the cape . Exposing me from
its cover to the blinding glaze of the light-house.
I squint my eyes,
and there, In the orange-yellow sky, I see the face of my mother,
yelling-- "9 wagi gaya, have kya sudhi unghwanu ?"