God Of Dreams

In my dream, I met God.

 

Though he was in my dream, yet, he wasn’t. 

Though he was speaking, yet, he wasn’t.

Though he was smiling, yet, he wasn’t.

Though he was of shape, yet, he wasn’t.

Though he was off form, yet, he wasn’t.

Though he was in my dream, yet, he wasn’t.

 

I asked him, ‘who are you?’

I asked him, ‘why don’t you reveal yourself?’

I asked him, ‘how were you made?’

I asked him, ‘what gives you existence?’

I asked him, ‘when are coming again?’

I asked him, ‘where do you live?’

 

He replied ‘you’re asking questions, try to ask answers, instead’.

I was out of my dream, as, I didn’t know how to ask answers.