I ask myself, seldom answering.

I woke up with a dream, and thought of moulding them in words. I wrote it in one-run so that I should not land up in the reality before I conclude this poem.

I dedicate this to someone who will never understand it's for him.

As if I seized my world all around you,

In the book named “My life”,

There’s no chapter after “You”.

While walking thoughtless on a curious road,

Even blurred images are suddenly cured.

I ask myself, seldom answering.

“Are you happy in your love life?”

Fear drop all over my nerves,

Not for the query, but for the “Yes”.

Selfish thoughts over my dry eyes,

Or dry thoughts over my selfish eyes.

I ask myself, seldom answering.

Yet …

I still wait for the day, you will ask me-

“Do you still love me?”

I will be seized for the one last time,

I will overlook all the curious thoughts,

I will ask my tears to flow for a change,

Everything reflected through my“Yes”.

Yes, I still love you.

Selfish me, with my”self” in you.