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
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