Dreams

By Saumya Sinha

What are these dreams that I see

Why does it feel like they are trying to remind something to me.

A place, a person

A day, a decision

Its all broken down into figments

I am up before anything can make sense

The ending always gets forgotten

But my rushing heart and teary eyes assures for a dreadful cessation.

I can obliviate these flashbacks but that face…

That one face… It always stays

It keeps on haunting

Keeps on trying to remind me of something I shouldn’t

Something that doesn’t belong in this chronology

Something that is long gone.

These dreams have started to intuite more like reality

Since the day I saw that face standing in front of me.

By Saumya Sinha