Monday 8 August 2016

Rustling of Reality


Hold my hand,
Take me there,
Where u and I can be forever.

I opened my eyes
Eyes were moist,hands were wet.
It was not the rain,but the clenched fist-sweat

It was all a dream.
Never to be true.
That verandah with the unsipped tea remained blue.  

I looked at my left hand.
The mark on the finger,
Is like the warm breath of you within me that lingers.

I shut my mind.
I breathed out loud.
The memories formed on the frosted glass  vanished like the empty clouds.