In the figments of my imagination i always found him,
The one who would listen to my ranting words but never hold a grudge in his heart,
He would always stop by and call my name in the early morn when i would be adrift in his dreams,
To wake up in his arms would be such an alluring thing,
I kept wondering if this is a reality or just a fling,
He would stop and stare into my eyes trying to search something,
All i wondered was whether he would ever realise the love i had for him,
Some call me inept,
Some call me ingenue,
Some say my conception about love is vague,
I know not what all they intent to say,
All i ever waited was for love to come by my way,
Yes i am waiting for him from a long time lost in his thoughts,
and i know one day he will come for my feelings would not be in vain,
With dreams in my eyes , my love for him will never die,
Till i find him i shall try,
I know not if one can love so deeply,
but it is worth the pain if loved so truly,
I am still sleeping clouded in his marvel,
Oh! let me sleep for its a beautiful dream,
maybe in the figments of my imagination i veritably found him.