I dreamt today
of being in love.
Even when I woke,
I toyed with that idea.
that there can be something
that can touch my heart
seemed so ridiculous
that I knew I would be smiling
for the whole day.
That even if I won’t take your name,
just as I had promised myself,
you image would still swim on my lips.
To everyone, to even myself,
who claimed that forgetting is so so easy
this seems like a such a pointless rebellion –
that won’t die.
My life runs from one day to other
holding the hand of your thoughts.
Such a let down this is-
to bury you and see this tree grow
that keeps singing your name, your meaning
in languages I haven’t learnt
and I sing along not knowing
that I am learning you again from scratch.
I am loving you again.