The Poem

 There's this pulsating, circular, blue thing, 

that I sometimes see, 

when I close my eyes! 

It sort of just hangs above me,

suspended in space, 

and has a distinctly stationary feel to it, 

at first I thought 

it was my own retina,

light scattering, 

dispersing, refracting, 

something of that sort, 

some physical thing, 

but then

the circular thing

started swelling up

with colours, 

untill it exploded

into a garden

bustling with a thousand birds, 

and a hundred thousand butterflies, 

flying in all directions, 

a garden by a riverside, 

a river, 

Pristine, Cool, Blue, Gushing, 

Colours diffusing from flower buds, 

into an infinitude, 

fragrances lingering all around, 

visible to the eye, 

sounds, 

reverbrating into a cosmic sort of silence, 

a serene soft light bursting out 

and radiating 

from literally every thing ... 

at first I thought

it was a dream, 

then it felt like a memory, 

but then I opened my eyes 

and checked, 

I was still wildly awake, 

and no place I knew 

was anything like this, 

and then it clicked, 

it was a poem!!