Figments Of Imagination

The night grows blacker; deeper and deeper

I flit on the periphery; somewhere in between sleep and wakefulness

Your face flickers in front of my eyes every now and then

In a music-induced trance; is this what bliss is?

Are you there, or not?

Maybe it's just me hallucinating as usual

Maybe my room will be as messy as I left it last night

Maybe I won't awake to a koel's call on a grassy riverbank

Or to the waves lapping around me; and the sunlight blinding me

I'll see your face again; seconds before I awake to reality

Why do you dissolve into oblivion, every time I open my eyes?

Please don't go!

You'll visit again tonight, won't you?

I'll be waiting

I've been waiting

I'll be waiting all my life...