AS THOUGH by Savita Singh

Translated by Medha Singh

Last night, I dreamt someone loved me
that world transformed into another

Blood ran through my capillaries
astonished to find my lover

from that dream, disappear;
the trepidation of a fish out of water

His eyes stilling inside me

There was no water, believably so
Water as wind, wind parading as water, rich

with oxygen, like the pressure
of breezy realms, that love

falling on others as though there was
no one there, just the sense of everyone

having been there, as there
had been love, in that dream

After a while, however
whizzing past, a car was spotted

Perhaps it was I, sitting inside
and on the bonnet – a hawk

perching, flapping its wings in the air.
As it turns out, it wasn’t a hawk at all.

Perhaps a fish, that’s what it was
Fins swimming in the breeze

I kept mulling, in this dream,
how many things are to meet

as they constantly run into each other
Things, all, that aren’t what they appear.

It’s for the best, I think, that I didn’t
see my lover from the dream

Alas, he wouldn’t have been what he seemed.
One, whom I was to settle into the habit
of recognizing

He’d be a man made
of dry grass, perhaps.

Accustomed to a different air,
an unseen miracle of nature

resembling a humanoid
and not.

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