Recollection Poem by Avinash Nair

Sometimes I think; are you even real?

I mean I have heard you,

Always from a distance.

I have seen how beautiful you look,

When your eyes are left wide open,

Enough to let loose your wonderful smile,

That feels like warm blessed sunshine.

Yes, it's a blessed smile for people

Like me, who have spent much of

Their life in the colour of darkness.

I have known that tremble in your voice,

Rather I have heard it, I can imagine

How your eyes would moisten,

With each dab of pain that's wrought
Upon them through subtle love.

I can sense the intensities of

Your lost emotions and memories.

I can touch your confusions,

As if they were formulated in my mind.

And yet sometimes, I can't help but think.

Are you even real?

Or just a fragment of my mind?