Vismayee

In the middle of a dream

steps away from striding

into the oblivion of non-memory

I came awake to behold

the portrait of my longing

She had long hair,

eyes penetrating,

lips curved into nonchalance

perfected by non-practice,

almost a smile but not yet

The sheer ease

the gaze with which

she stared back at me

made me flinch

and realise

The dreams have finally found

the door to life