I’m not ready yet.

I wake up to nightmares every day, of loss, of losing you,
Of a universe that doesn’t have anything to do with you,
Of dark clouds pixelating my starlit sky;
Fear grips my heart, tears it apart, and I see memories of you and me fade away into nothingness, and fly,
I shudder, I stagger, I scream, I stumble,
I flounder, I falter, I fall, I fumble,
As I pick myself up from the shambles, brush away a few beads of sweat,
I realise, with a start, I’m not ready to let you go, yet.




Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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