The ink pen

I found myself sleeping with my head rested on the wooden dusk.My eyes hadn’t yet returned from the exciting dream;where i saw my loved ones coming back to life.They embraced me with their delicate hands and told me those words that they wished to say,”i love you,my daughter”.

I thought about my grandparents who died before my birth…i still crave for their love..the way they imitate my face..i couldn’t escape from my dream.So i wish i could fall asleep and search for the most purest of love in a place ,where no one tells me to wake up .There is no meaning in karma without love.