WHEN TRUTH BECOMES REAL

Infinite imaginations
Ignite and sparkle in mind
When I think you

Mind plots combos
Images flash through
Laced with luck
Lines, numbers and alphabets
Interplay with nostalgia, memory and fiction
I have read late night 14 years back

Pictures shape up
Films roll on mindscape

A face in the train locked into gaze
A hand that longs the touch but has to go
A prayer whispered in silence
Another moment of togetherness which isn’t there
The long lonelier walk back from King’s Cross waiting
With a sense of finality now

I can’t miss the beauty of this pain called parting

I resist you in mind
Resist slipping into the trap
I don’t want it to finish here
Something must be left undone

I grasp you
Cling to you
As the last and the final
Figment of life
For the moment
When truth becomes real
And slip away

© nidheeshtyagi