For the one who is near yet so far.
who is known yet a stranger, who exists yet doesn’t.
With whom I shared a lot yet so little;
I dedicate it to that person….
it took me time to realize that you are not real but a figment of my quixotic imagination.
Still, my mind wants to believe your existence;
your delusional presence; my irrational fervor; my pulverized dream; my unfinished story……….
I would rather be typhlotic; than to see you leave…
I would rather be paralyzed, than not being able to walk with you ever again;
I would rather asphyxiate all my dreams if you are not a part of them..!!!