I saw the same dream tonight ,you were smiling,laughing,gazing at me,murmuring the same song in my ears every line of it terrified me and at the same time it was killing me deep inside. My heart was so heavy that I couldn't even lift my eyes up to face you. The blood from your that wound was dropping on my floor. Still that lesion was fresh same as that was year back. Stop conquering my nights. Stop petrifying me. Don't fill my world with the sound of your silence. Every drop of your vital fluid was staining my floor red and every passing second was eliminating me from living world. I know you have that aversion for me as I was the reason that made you lapse by every passing day. I could have given you a reason . You were longing for me in those days of your life. My old memories,photographs,those sound clips ,torn pages of write ups ,gifts,even those gift wraps - was all that you had but I was gone , I left you as sun leaves the sky at night .You didn't accepted my evacuation you still wanted me to answer you for my conclusion, I departed without any counterclaim. Years passed by and we both moved on , but something changed me ,forever that evening , I received a call from an unknown number that said ,"she's no more ". My hands were shivering and my heart pumping fast ,whole body turned into ice,my dry eyes were rolling down tears. I hanged the phone and had no guts to face this world . I didn't even went to her funeral because I lacked that spirit . I wondered what would have happened to her and with a resolution I called up her parents and expressed grief,they told me she stabbed herself with a knife . I was shocked. Why would have she done that ? Was she stressed ? Or what else could have been the reason? So many questions puzzled me for months and left me without any proclamation. Hours would pass like minutes and sometimes even minutes would feel like hours. My intellect was overpowered by the doubt was she in depression because of me ? My senses would say ,"no ,it's been eight years that we were separated,she didn't even cared about that,she was enjoying her life ,full of dynamism,success ..everything that one aspires for". Again I was left with same controversy-the mystery of her suicide. Every night I would dream,she would come sit on my rocking chair ,look at me and sometimes ask me to look at her. My days were filled with fright,I would wake up with that panic which my perception was perceiving every day. My real life and those virtual horrors mere mixing up I couldn't concentrate,my every breath seemed to be hefty and I was taken into another world of unsolved issues. She would search for me,she would scream loudly,shout,laugh and sing the same song that I once sung for her I started hating that song but I had no solution to it. Sometimes I would ask her what she wants but she would never reply and peep through the corners of her eyes,as if she wants to say I want you. Those black eyes with thick eyelashes once fantasised me but now filled me up with anguish I had great disliking for them. Her intentions weren't to harm me but she was just living her life in my dreams. That life which she herself ended. In my every dream she would wake up and with great zest heal up and smile. I had no choice no solution . It's 7:00 am , sun is at its peak. A new day I woke up from the terror last night and she went to sleep. It's the same everyday how it goes on. One body two souls living one life together in a way no one could ever thought of .