When the head meets a quake ,
at the inception of a thought .
When the eyes dream awake ,
watching a battle being fought .
Mind turns oblivious ,
to the existence of beings .
And senses turn numb ,
to the charm of things .
Time zooms past ,
seasons halt and commence .
Whims feel puny ,
and trivial in essence .
Hypnosis of future ,
its beauty, its sheen .
All symptoms of a soul ,
haunted by a dream .