Last Night

Last night, she came in my dream.

She didn't forget to wear a sacred thread in her neck and bangles in her hand. Vermilion on her forehead told many a thing.

Reminding me of the fact that she was no more mine, she was an asset of someone else's.

She cooed 'Take care of yourself, don't leave your hair disheveled, try to find interest in some other and settle your life, don't think about me, don't ever remind me and henceforth 

I will never make myself available for you, forget me, forget me.'

Musing on her, my lips smiled and declared, 'you don't love me, you don't love me, for my profound love, you even can't come to my dream, 

it is disheartening and you are stopping all the way for my survival in this mortal world, I had loved you sincerely and if you don't want to meet me anymore, 

I will never allow my dreams to usher you and if in this process, 

I throw a seven, I will be happy, 

I will be happy.'

With the last bid of farewell, she left the ajar door of my dream and perplexion brought me back to the real world.