Though you are merely a figment of imagination;
& your presence only a hallucination,
Yet, your memories fill the vacuum
My mind knows that you donít exist
But my heart reminds me of the last tryst
That we had and all the pleasantries that we shared.
I canít see you as a dream
For youíve been my sun beam
That has led me through the darkness, with a love Ė so
I can never come to terms with the truth
Though I know well, that you are nothing but a myth.
Yet, I yearn for the support that you extend, and the
enormous strength, that you lend.
You may be just a small figment
but youíve become an inseparable segment
That I worship you like a deity, though you are far from
How will I convince my heart about this delusion ?
Will it ever realize that it has endeared an illusion ?
What if this goes on without a cessation?
As these questions continue to linger,
I feel someone hold my finger
And I see your shadow there and everywhere.
You may not be in existence,
In fact, you may be nothing but a kind of radiance
But I strongly feel your presence