Dreaming

Wake me not.
Because you’re gone
and each morning
fills me with illusive hopes,
of someone long gone
who will never return.
Why hold on to the past?
When past itself has moved on?
And even when the past was present,
wasn’t I a stranger ?
So why these mayavi flashbacks?
Is the devil playing games?
Sadist rogue !
But this was a dream for real.
A dream filled with love and betrayal,
Joy and sorrow,
Hopes and desperation ,
Painful as hell,
Yet nostalgic and memorable
of the bittersweet moments
now lost in the dust of merciless time.