She
lives in me
When I close my eyes, her radiant smile
is the first image that fills my mind: a beacon of warmth and joy. Yet, when I
open my eyes to the world around me, I am met with a disheartening reality: a
cruel and unforgiving landscape that seems devoid of beauty.
As I surrender to sleep, I find myself
immersed in a dreamscape where we coexist in perfect harmony, laughing,
talking, and sharing intimate moments as if time stands still. But when the
morning light breaks through, I awaken to the stark contrast of daymares—fragments
of reality that remind me of the loneliness that creeps in when I face the day.
In moments of solitude, I often reflect
on her presence. Although she is not physically beside me, I carry her essence
within my memories. The thought of her brings me an unexpected smile, a flicker
of happiness that ignites my spirit.
She may be missing from my side, but
within me, she remains ever-present—a part of my very being.
Though her voice cannot be heard in the
silence around me, I can almost hear it echoing in my mind, wrapping around me
like a comforting embrace.
Despite the physical distance that
separates us, she feels closer to me than anyone else ever could, nestled deep
within my heart.
Would you like to know who she is and
where she resides in my life?
She is a woman I have conjured in my
imagination, a radiant figure with whom I share dreams, aspirations, fears, and
intimate moments, creating a connection that transcends reality itself.
M.L.
Narendra Kumar
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