Aftermath

After living a dream,

I was back to the realm of the real,

It did not feel like it should have felt,

It was a bit queer,

like numbness pervading through bones,

It was like every other day, 

When you travel to a place 

and you come back home,

While sitting on the couch looking outside the window, 

Contemplating and traveling along the time

I went to a place where I saw myself,

I was on my knees not because I lost,

No, I won that day and I asked myself,

"Where are you ?"

"Where is the paradise you lived in the future ?"

I opened my eyes from the oblivion,

I saw myself, A soul much finely tuned, 

Not an obscure one,

It said, " it was the heart that people feel, minds could never be understood, let alone read."

After some moments of imagery,

I was back from the window 

Back on my couch,

Back from the oblivion,

But back to the real

Back to the live back to the rhyme

I am back to my own home.