They said she still lives here
But how could it be if I was right there….
With my wife, When she was cremated
Yesterday, but only a year ago, if correctly dated….
So I ignored all their cries
And moved in peacefully to revise….
Part of my life that I had left behind
To obliterate the one who ruled my mind….
With cookies at 7-07
And that special nookie on every weekend’s dot 11….
With no issues ,that too 24/7
She made me feel like I’m in real heaven…
Things like curd
When fate played it’s part
And separated us with disregard….
I’m back here, all alone with crisis
And in this full moon’s time, I fell prey to sleep psychosis….
It was beautiful
Warm and wonderful….
For in the supined posture that I was
I could feel someone’s palm across….
One over my dried eyes
The other dancing with it’s fingerfries….
I tried to oppose
But I couldn’t, I suppose….
Not because it was what I had felt before
But due to the fact that something was holding me down to floor….
While I could think of that
I saw her looking right at….
Me, with more malevolent gaze and less glee
Just the opposite of what it used to be….
And suddenly I realized we were imitating
Our usual weekend’s intimidated routine….
It felt just the way it used to be then
Only the warmth was dropping by one point ten ….
And fell asleep, with the feeling of being inflamed….
At my wake
I thought it was only a dream, for God’s sake….
And I was happy, for it felt real
When I met her, even though it was surreal….
But There’s still this issue
Why are these khaki coloured people investigating the dead tissue….
Of someone who intruded my house, I guess
I’m asking, I’m begging “who that is”….
But why is everyone ignoring me like this
To which I decide to find out by self, now dreads me more or less….
How could we both,at the very instance
Share a single name along with complete resemblance….