Risk of going mad

You are not coming

We are not meeting

I am not seeing you

But I am with you while I sleep.

Yes, while I sleep

But some one awake me

I wake up

Eyes open

I see you no where

Then I take another turn

And close my eyes.

I feel I am holding you

I know I am missing you

Both, just at the same moment

I feel asleep very soon

Dreaming something

Very vague, unclear, unknown

Slowly someone again awakes me

I open my eyes

You are no where

I toss on bed

Fell asleep, again

And someone again awakes me

Again I open my eyes

This thing keeps happening

And at last I smile and feel

it is morn, now

But I must not adapt this living

Because there is a risk of going mad.