I Express

In my PG...   'Oh! It was just a dream', I thought with my eyes wide open. It was still dark. I fished for my phone. The clock showed 5:19 am. I held my covers tightly. My bad dream was still haunting me. For a moment, I felt some presence next to my bed. 'It must be hallucination', I convinced myself. I closed my eyes. Few seconds passed and I heard some sound. A faint Hiss.   The other day, my roommates told me this. There are times when you dream that you fell from the stairs or some building, hill, etc. It actually means that your soul is in the process of leaving your body while you are in sleep but as soon as you wake up, you body pulls it back. This is the reason you are out of breath and in a state of shock post waking up. Like any other non-believer of ghost stuff, I, too, laughed after listening to this. Since I saw a bad dream, this thought was haunting me.   My eyes were wide open. I was staring at the ceiling, though it wasn't visible. I was c

Can those eyes staring nowhere give you any explanation of the situation? Maybe it isn't the situation but the past, the pain.. How I wish the deceased could come back. How I long for the tightest hug one could ever give. How I wish I had returned your smile to you...That was the last time I saw you smiling so wide. How I wish I could sit beside you and listen to those stories for which I always made excuses. How I regret not sitting beside you when you sat alone and I was busy on phone. How I wish I had someone to go to when all consider me useless. How I wish to have helped you with the use of computer...You kept on asking me. How I regret being so selfish, stubborn. How I regret not sharing my chocolates with you...Something you were so fond of. How I wish I could be as good as you and win even half the number of people you had. How I wish I had asked your worries instead of giving you so many. It has been almost a year since you left us. How I wish I coul