Tear Swollen Paper

Last night 

she visited me in my dream;

She was in her usual flare;

So loving, so detach, 

so annoying,

So caring, 

and so carelessly unaware.

I thank God 

and somehow blame him for

me being there.

It was so real;

With all the antics and nuisances in vivid details.

I tried hard to control my heart

Beating in wild fanfare.

I want to convince myself

That she was there because of me and that she cares;

But the stories and lessons of the past

Was again unfold

In my bed

In a nick of time

As I lay still.

Providence was kind

To satisfy my inner cravings.

Maybe He is wondering why

I never ask for anything material

Although I always pray.

Although there are times when

I can’t bear the pain

I cried to him 

and ask him not to leave me.

And there are times

When I simply pray….

Please take my breath away.

A foreseen demise of a loved one made me wrote this poetry

in a water-swollen-paper because of falling water from my tearful eyes.