Dilemma

On a fine Sunday morning
I sat with my pen
Writing for hours
Filling the pages
With a constant attempt
To revive myself

Thoughts came down
With the rain
Drenching me and
Making me wet
It felt so good the rain and
Then came the call
and a dilemma within
Whether to leave or remain still

I love you
She said
oh..then I said
oh..its only a dream
Woke up as usual with
The morning ragas
Of the bird"s beautiful chirping

And then came the call
And a dilemma within
Now it was real
Not a dream