By Lakshita Dhiman
Wandering around the streets is not the same without you
The street lamps are glowing to their highest,
but their glow seems dull.
The street that once was a beautiful, antique spot for us,
is now a crooked, unleveled path for me.
The rain that once witnessed our feet tapping,
is shedding tears, accompanying me.
I wish we could have a moment together,
talking to the fullest, sharing us up.
Even though our souls are interwoven,
these bodies can't bind.
I used to see you in my fantasies,
You don't know me anymore, I guess,
But your name is scribbled all over me.
I used to feel you like wind,
I was used to your voice,
But I just couldn't get what you mumbles with your voice fading away.
The way we used to wander in each othe's eyes,
The way we used to walk in each other's mind.
I remember you penetrating my thoughts and embracing me all in.
It all felt surreal, a dream.
A sudden voice of yours, led me shot my head towards its source,
Amazed by how there's no one but the curtains trying to hide the drunken moon.
Wasn't it the daylight just a blink ago!?
Flinched, realizing I was in my bed.
I could swear I saw you, I felt you, heard you.
The clock struck 3AM, but
wasn't it 4 PM just now when I was wandering in the streets?
What's going o--
Wait-
Were you even....
Real...?
By Lakshita Dhiman
lovely one!
couldnt be more perfect
🌷
applauding
💐💐