DREAM OF ME

Light no longer comes in filtered rays
Through the door where I used to wait
So patiently that it took up all my days
Pushing me gently towards the sins of Fate.

I’ve been past the spot where we embraced
With a twinge of nostalgia and regret.
All those shiny dreams that I had chased
Resolutely tie me within their debt.

I’ve been to the Lake once or twice by now
Haunted by the intimacy we had reached.
It’s not really taken me long to wonder how
The bar of aloofness was never breached.

Thoughts in my unguarded moments have crept
Finding their way to your house by the sea.
I’m not too sure you’ll find it easy to accept
When you’re not asleep, you dream of me.



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Mohul Bhowmick

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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