The Imagination

There must be a way to prevail over all your senses, snatching every corner of your mind occupied by that lady who has never been into your arms. The one you talked to, for ten minutes under that burning sun of Summer on the way to university some 5 years back. I have been around for so long. We have shared thousands of laughers, thousands of sorrows, thousands of silences and you’re still into her fantasy. 

Tell me a day, I didn’t wish you Good Morning, tell me a day we met and I didn’t kiss you. Tell me a night I have slept without having you in my dreams, tell me a night we met we didn’t sleep with twisted legs. I can still taste your saliva under my tongue, can still smell your scent in my shirts. I have saved your broken button into my handbag for ages, your cigarettes under my pillow, your tie in my closet. 

Anywhere I go, I see a memory we made together on that road. Everything I eat, I remember how you liked it. Everyone I meet, I compare him to you. You are all around me, from morning coffee to hectic day routine to that bath tub to those silky pillows of my bed where we have been undressing each other for so long. From my dreams to imaginations to fantasy, you occupy my every second, every move, every place, everything. 

I’m can’t handle it anymore, I have to be that girl, the one who stays with you, even while I’m around. 

You can’t, my love. You have an expiry. You’re supposed to go, now or then, one way or the other. She has gifted me with this ability to imagine her, through which I have painted a sweet picture of hers, and who, in the world dares to destroy so sweet picture of a lady. Since the time I met her, the sun, the moon and the stars may pursue their journey, I bother not whether you are here or away, the whole world sums up to nothing but her smile, painted by my imagination, the smile which have been all around me for years, without questioning my sincerity, unlike you, my love.