Memoir from a hidden folder.
Re imagining again..
The infinite bargain.
Still cannot resist..
A prolonged wish list.
How louder can I scream…
In this ground breaking dream.
Words burst like fire…
Hold on this might be a satire.
Should I touch and confirm?
What if it vanishes as soon as I do..
Scintillating with the early morning dew..
Getting colder tonight..
Any kind of light is misdirection..
Time refuses correction.
The section where moon is lit..
Is all but an empty silver slit.
Dew melts on my face..
Soaking all over the remaining space.
Lies glitter like stars..
Troubled as my hands finally reach out to..
Only to find..
The windy breeze did redo..
A similar tap on my shoulder.