Sitting up on the roof top
Letting my mind drop
Recollecting all the sugary talks
And those perky long walks
The exact moment
I envisioned us
Brewing happy shocks
Your hand stroking
my hair locks
This beautiful loving
Even the lovebird mocks
Sitting in the dark
At the back of the library
You read me poetry
About love, sin
And redemption
Such a scenery
All this echoing,
Making me nauseous
Sitting up on the roof top
In the crack of dawn
Finding myself amnesiac
Holding the daily almanac
I read my life summary
And how I hallucinated you
And our unreal history.

-pranj.