Forgotten daydream.

"Why he comes back to me? Loaded with all the sentiments of the past, causing numbness to take control over my heart.

Why after years I still find him embedded deep in my thoughts?

During those late night chats, why do I suddenly crave his talks? Why is it always him, whom I search in the crowds?

Why his absence has so much control over me that his presence lacked?"

He felt like a morning dew, fresh and vivid.

Like a cool breeze in the desert, rendering me alive.

He was the glow in the flowers, that I could never resist.

He was a forgotten daydream,

And at 3 am he still makes me feel like a broken toy.

I can still hear myself shattering and descending to the ground.

In a world full of question marks, he was my exclamatory sign.

He's the chaos to my organized mind, the craziness in my sanity.

The abysmal feeling.

A deceiving reality,

He's the absurd decision of rationality.

Then why after years he still comes back to me with his intense eyes?

Being aware of his intentions why I still yearn for the lies?

He comes like a childhood memory that you keep hidden in your heart's closet but with a blast it thuds open making you weaker than before.

Like an autumn that would succeed the spring.

Like a cold night that would follow a warm day.

After years, he comes back to me, like a withered flower enclosing all the memories.

Piercing through the soul, he reminisces the wishes.

Exposing my vulnerability, he ruins the actuality.

When everything seems right, he comes like a storm, revealing commotion of leaving us behind.

He comes in fraction and then assembles in whole, voicing the memories in my mind.

After years I still find him snooping around in the back of my brain,

As habits die hard, I think I made him one of mine.

                                   

                                                            - Anshu Sharma