A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

December 14, 2007

Time Flies...

Its been a year, na?

More than that. Its been a year and more.

And I admit it,
I fell for You. You were everything I ever dreamed of.

But then, I could not match the real You. I could not. I tried to find You but I failed. I tried to find You in so many men but I failed. Because You are in my mind, in my soul, in my heart. Heart of my heart, You remain inside, and I have been looking for You everywhere.

I am stupid.

But now I know. I know that You will never come. Because You are already there. Deep inside me. You are there for eternity because You are immutable. A concept.

I shall let you rest. You are there, I know. Let me move on. Because I have realized that You were something I created. You were a myth.

You........ were a dream.

Now I shall wake.

Come to me.

"And I was desolate and sick of an old passion...."


It hurts to breathe. But I need it to live. And I shall.

As usual.


sean said...

I will look it up soon.
Seems you are courting a spirit too.
I'll be back again, if I may. Thank you

panu said...

hey thanks for dropping by... you are always welcome to this blog.

Shreya said...

Ah,beautifully expressed angst.Loved it.But no really,you might just find that "YOU",(if this is meant in a romantic sense,is it?) that you are searching for,I did.
Yes really!

panu said...


Its hard to find a concept nowadays. All are adulterated.

Lets see.

Sam said...

its teh last few lines which take teh cake... liked the way u brought down the curtains!! :)

panu said...

Some things... they sort of stop hurting when you talk about it.

Sam said...

and dat is why it is important to listen as it is to talk!!

panu said...

Oof. Listening is such an act. I refuse to listen to myself most of the times.