I lay on my bed, wide awake,
in the middle of the night.
Staring at the wall clock
ticking each second.

Waiting for the sleep to take me into its possession.
Wating for my eyelids to drop,
Waiting for pleasant thoughts to fill my mind

Drifting into a world where I live on my own terms,
Seeing the person of whom I often think ,
the person whom I love from deep down my heart,
Watching him stand with open arms,
inviting me into them.

Feeling his presence and warmth beside me,
The presence that makes me feel so secure.
Forgetting all chaos and tensions in life
With whom I can be myself,
With whom I can share my feelings,
Who understands the reason
behind every frown of mine

Waiting for the person who will be my friend,
philosopher and guide,
Who is sensetive and kind,
Who is loving and caring with a beautiful mind

… Wondering when these thoughts will turn to reality,
Not realising when my eyelids dropped.
Not realising when my imaginations transformed to dream..

Krity Deb

Tags: life, poem, Thoughts