By Amrita Pritam

Jnanpith Award-winning poet and writer, Amrita Pritam has always 
lived her life with intensity. But in the past few years this 
intensity has taken a new turn. Her recent books such as Kaal Chetna 
(Time Consciousness) and Agyat Ka Nimantran (Call of the Unknown) 
are a testimony to that. Interestingly, she calls dreams a "contact 
with realities in another dimension" 

We present here some of the dreams the has had and the poems they 
inspired: 

It was becoming night when in a lonely place, suddenly, someone came 
to me and said: "Sai Baba is calling you." I looked toward him in 
surprise, not recognizing him when he came and asked: "Which Sai? 
Shirdi Sai? He doesn't know me, so has he himself called and asked 
for me?" 

He nodded "yes" and a mad feeling ran through my whole body. The 
stranger indicated a direction and I ran that way quickly. There was 
a rather dark place where Sai was seated on the ground. I greeted 
him silently. When I came nearer, he raised his head and looked at 
me, and asked: "Why are you so sad?" 

I stood absolutely still in front of him, and answered:

"Sai, what can I do? There are lies all around me everywhere I 
turn." This was the only question and the only answer. Then the 
dream was over. 

This happened in 1999, in the early hours of March 14. When I woke, 
I was astonished, but happy. And for almost a year, I was under the 
spell of this question�that Sai had been concerned with my well-
being. Almost a year passed and much later,one day, I was lighting 
some incense in front of Sai Baba when I sensed that I was not the 
one holding the stick of incense, but had myself become the incense, 
the incense that wanted to burn at the shrine of Sai. And this whole 
experience came to life, word by word, and set itself down on paper. 
Sai, please give me a little bit of fire from your chillum...


I am your incense and for a little while will burn at your shrine. 
I have kneaded your passion into my own clay. 
When this body smolders, smoke will rise. 
This body's smoke will flicker and will say only this much- 
Whatever breezes pass through' these touch your breath, I want to 
become one with those breezes. 

Sai, please give me a little bit of fire from your chillum..... 
I am your incense and for a little while will burn at your shrine. 
No, I won't say anything. 
When the incense burns a delicate fragrance will say something in a 
whisper and then my body, turning to ashes, will touch your feet. It 
must become one with the earth of your shrine. 

Sai, Please give me a little bit of fire from your chillum.... 
I am your incense and for a little while will burn at your shrine. 


In 1994, in the month of July, there was a night when an ashram 
appeared before my eyes in a dream. At an earlier time, I had seen 
some ashrams, but this time I knew that this ashram belonged to Sai. 
And I realized also I was staying there. I saw some other people 
there but was unable to recognize them. 

When I woke, my senses told me that in this birth Sai had no ashram. 
He had sat under a tree for years. Then, he stayed in the ruins of a 
masjid (mosque). What I'd seen must have been from an earlier life. 

Some days passed till the night of July 30, when Sai appeared in a 
dream and said: "Yes, there was an ashram. Its name was Savit Ketu. 
That was 256 years ago." 

This was the dream in which I could glimpse that ashram even while 
awake. Where was it? I couldn't find out but I could see it. This 
obsession flowed in my veins. This state of madness was burning in 
my veins, and then this sensation of burning found itself in my 
words.


Hidden from view behind the hills 
a stream was flowing 
I would go and bring water 
to your shrine from that stream. 

That day it was the same water 
and like every day, I filled your bowl, 
setting it by your meditation place.

I don't know when it happened 
but this much I know�
late that evening, 
feeling very thirsty, I took a sip from that bowl. 
The same one I had set there by your place. 

As if I'd taken a sip of fire. 
The night was very cold. 
But a burning current streamed through my veins.
Restless, I sat outside in the open air. 
When the reddish glow of this sunrise came 
I went to the stream. 
Sensing something in its breast, 
waves broke on the surface of the stream 
but taking control of the torrent, she said: 
Don't ask me about this, ask the bowl. 
Come and tell me 
whatever the bowl says!

Sai, when all the people had emptied out of your shrine
I sat myself down alone near the bowl, trembling. 
The bowl laughed and said:
"Madwoman! there are some things 
that should not be asked about 
You, who deserve this, this sip of fire 
Simply take it within you 
This is the greatness of Sai. 
Keep it in your veins. 

Sai, I don't know in which cycle of time this happened 
but this much I know�

In a state of madness, I didn't know if Sai's ashram was within me 
or I in his ashram. 

In my memory, every twig around Sai's shrine was blooming and I 
could see the mountain stream where I used to go to get water for 
the shrine. 

There was some light from within, so that I could see a cave. 
Earlier, I had caught glimpses of the cave many times, but not like 
this. Now, the cave wanted to enfold me in its arms. 



The distance between one death and birth�
I saw spread before my feet 
and saw� that on the other side 
there was a cave. 
How far away it was�I didn't know... 
at a distance of not one, but several deaths, 
perhaps. But it felt... 
as if it were calling back some memory. 

Then the season of awareness changed
�the cave became lost in darkness... 
and when the sharp wind of memory blew 
ruffled and scattered 
every black cloud of death. 

Then once again on the other side 
There appeared a cave. 

God only knows! at which instant 
and through which Pir's grace it was 
that I passed through the darkness of every death 
and reached the mouth of that cave... 
The leaves of the wilderness ran towards me 
and greeted my like long-lost friends. 
A spring took a handful of water 
and sprinkled it on my forehead. 
An awakening took form and 
led me by the hand into the cave... 

If worship 
can be called passion 
then I can tell you�
that cave was the shrine of my passion...
If a flat stone 
can be called a marriage-bed 
then I can tell you�
it was there that the five elements were wedded. 


If the limbs of the body 
are the flowers of worship 
then I can tell you�
that the cave was filled with the fragrance of flowers. 

I still can't remember 
when I got back...
And now�
I am standing again,
at a distance from several deaths...

But this much I know�
that the thread of my awareness
passed through many deaths and entangles my being. 
And even today 
a part of this being
burns 
like the diya flame of the shrine.


Whatever happened, it happened at your shrine 
and I know 
when such things happen 
they are beyond time. 
And look�
after passing beyond many deaths 
that sip of fire still lives in my body. 










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