A Tickle

Suddenly, I wake from this dream.

A dream so merry that I could actually drown in it.

I feel mesmerized sometimes and suffocated the others.

I woke and realized that there is something I miss in between all this bliss.

I feel kind of lost, like I’m stuck between two lives as a ghost.

I can’t choose among these lives, ‘cause both of ‘em have their acceptables and denies.

It’s hard to accept that you left ‘cause when it comes to you, it has always been a fest!

It’s even harder to turn around and realize, no one is there.

All I have is this tickle around me; which always reminds that this is not the end.

I feel like this tickle is your send!

To make things breezy, I play with my mind though I’m not that kind.

I feel different, this place is different, the faces around me are different.

With all this, I’m different!

But something remains the same, it’s hard to explain ‘cause it’s not that plain.

And deep down, I know that it’s always gonna be same.

No matter how different are places or faces.

Published by Yashika Sachdeva

An architect and city planner by profession. Part time blogger. A travel enthusiast. Loves to explore and document experiences through sketches and in her writings.

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