At the stroke of midnight we met after what seemed like ages.
You caressed my cheeks Brushed away the stroke of hairs dancing on my face.
You wanted to look at my face without any distraction.
We laughed and talked for hours. You said I never looked as beautiful ever. You came near I could feel the warmth of your breath.
I closed my eyes.....
When I opened my eyes...you were still there sleeping besides me.
Not even acknowledging my existence.....
The night was cold. The warmth of your touch was not there.
And I realised...It was just a dream.
A drop of tear trickled down from the corner of my eyes.
You are still there....sleeping or are you awake???
A question I ask every night to myself...surprised at the audacity of my dreams, which still make way.
may be even you want to know...am I asleep or still awake. Do I still dream
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
You caressed my cheeks Brushed away the stroke of hairs dancing on my face.
You wanted to look at my face without any distraction.
We laughed and talked for hours. You said I never looked as beautiful ever. You came near I could feel the warmth of your breath.
I closed my eyes.....
When I opened my eyes...you were still there sleeping besides me.
Not even acknowledging my existence.....
The night was cold. The warmth of your touch was not there.
And I realised...It was just a dream.
A drop of tear trickled down from the corner of my eyes.
You are still there....sleeping or are you awake???
A question I ask every night to myself...surprised at the audacity of my dreams, which still make way.
may be even you want to know...am I asleep or still awake. Do I still dream
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
