The Girl from my Dreams

Coffee and Tea

I saw a dream.

It was night,

probably Eleven.

The sky looks clearer

than usual, full of stars.

You and me

at my rooftop,

Sitting silently

Separated by two cups

One had black coffee and

other had tea.

To break the silence,

I looked up and gazed upon the sky and

said,

They are so unchanging and everlasting.

Aren't they?

That's not true, silly!

It just the limitations of your tiny eyes

coloring your mind,

you said with a little smile on you face.

Then you looked up and added,

In fact they are similar to us;

They born, they live and they die

Some fade away, some explode but

in the end, like us, they are mortal.

Then I looked at you and smiled.

Why you smiling,

did I say something wrong?

No, it's not that.

The thing is you know all about it and

Still waiting for a shooting star

to make a wish upon?

Even knowing this, they are not even the stars.

How silly you're!

I know but it's just a thing we're doing

from the childhood and you must have too!

Yes I used to do it but now I won't.

Why not?

Why I make a wish upon a shooting star

when I have a moon sitting beside me

on my rooftop.