About You

Why is this dazed feeling..a feeling of being lost
forgetting where and who am I?
No jolt is strong enough - not even that strong cup
of coffee
and in this stark day , I am half asleep
when i am thinking about you.
I feel I just stepped out of that door,
the door we closed as we went inside
and tranformed ourselves into one
but now as I look back no house no door
just sky above my head and earth under my feet
I still want to hide myself
in those arms ...and that chest..
bury my face there for ever
Its cold out here
I m dazed again...
what force would that be
that will tell me open your eyes
and look around , you are not what you imagine youself to be
truth ..reality...