STAY

DREAMS

The seasons passed by,
the trees on the side walk
bore fruits and being fed by birds,
the night keep going and mornings were welcomed

Every passing day, every night,
I had cried on my pillow,
waited long enough,
that tree of hope will bear fruit eventually

But the days passed by,
all the trees bore fruits
but the tree of my hope remained silent,
remained unfertile

my soul is getting wiser,
Every passing moment,
I am dying but with faith,
what has been promised must be given
The faith that one day the tree of hope will get fertile
The faith that one day My hope will win

The time is fading,
With my feet trembling my heart beats running low,
my blood is turning whiter
Every passing moment,

Whenever she sees behind, she was never been alone. There was one closest friend with her. The bond for so strong.
There was not a single assignment they had done alone. There was not a single school expedition, they were alone.
Teachers used to love them, friends cherished them. But then something happened that changed everything.
Tears rolled from her eyes. They were her part of life since then. She could have remained silent but on what price,
She could have lied to him that she was joking. But then she did lie a lot. At that day she lost all her patience and she broke in front of him confronting the truth. The truth if had changed anything it was dragging him away from her. It was love that never vanished from her heart even after 10 years passed after her love revealed.

No, there family never changed their residence, he stopped coming, and she went abroad for studies. Everything was normal for him, he loved many times. He was beautiful no one could resist his charm, his calm, careful gestures.
No body could resist her mysterious, calm, intelligence and smart conversations. Nobody but here she was after 10 years in her massive house, without him. Another pair of tears rolled from her eyes, following another and another.
She sobbed, her face turned red, her lips were flattering with her heart beat sounded in her ears. The adrenaline rushed in her body. She couched on the bed like a baby chick inside egg. She remained there long, her head ached like it is hit from something, and she bore this pain and cried more. She couldn't do anything except lying there. She surveyed her hand under the pillow, got her iPod, and got her ear phones in her ears. She just wanted to be lost, closed her eyes, with ear phones in her ears, her favorite singer was Adele. She felt like she was verbalizing her pain. The resilient love was though one sided yet her pain was a chronic disease for her. She knew that she couldn't come out of it so she imagined him, hugging her. It has always been a good remedy to hold together her shattered self.

Hey, don't cry. I am here. I will come to you. Don't worry. Everything will be okay. Fingers stroked her face. She felt the warmth of tears. She was in her arms. He was all around her body. He moved and kissed her neck. He moved and kissed her lips. He was there. She felt his body against her. The adrenaline rush and he was with her all over her body, entangling her in his legs, resting her head on his arms and she rested her face on his chest, his heart beats were racing, and the rhythm of music was making it more alive. There is nothing in between them now. She smiled and he covered her body in blanket, loving him endlessly and she fell asleep, like a baby in mother's lap.

She woke up when sun was lazily sleeping for one more hour. So she woke up she performed her wadhu and offered fajar's prayer. She walked to long wooden walls of the third floor to the gym room. She hit the Adele rolling in deep. She had * music setup in her gym installed. Running to kill calories and she felt great after the last night. Although he was not really there, but the feeling was so rich that it has cured her. He was her chronic disease, she knew it is wrong and she should leave taking false imagination to cure herself, but then what else she could do. The sweat was dropping and she was feeling adrenaline.

Hey beautiful, you are looking great running. When did you wake up? He was there again
A prettiest smile appear on her face. She blushed, looked to right. He was there smiling at her, wearing pajamas shirt less with a towel. Isn't he smoking hot and she blushed again. She stopped the machine and she was in his arms again.
It again ended up on floor. She felt her hormones race, her sweat mixed with smell of her liquor. The hour went and now he must be getting late to his office.

She found a box in her wardrobe, she was looking at the wrist watch that had stopped working for years. There were more things in the box that reminds childhood. She knew somehow she wanted to keep all memories to herself. May be someday she is going to give it to someone. How long? She doesn't know that how long it will take him to come. A voice in her mind says "you are not going to be with him, ever." She believed that voice, but then her heart stops with it, to make her move her feet she needs the hope, with out which she was nothing but a fragile broken porcelain doll.