'You'

I close my eyes, of you I dream...

though obscure it was perfect in my deem...

I open my eyes, everything is placid and swallowed by darkness...

I try to look around but all that I encounter is blindness...

sitting by the window I watch it rain...

stargazing, in your memories I drain...

Its cold in here, I wish to you I could embrace...

tell you what you mean to me and leave behind of doubt no trace...

nothing except you now seems real...

this is not just a poem, it is exactly what I feel.


- Meghna Singh.