Everything about this

is too surreal.

The edge of my vision is white.

It creates a frame around you

and I cannot look away.

It really is like a dream,

seeing you in front of me.

It feels like its been forever,

I just can't control myself.

You look too delicious

and, elatedly,

I dig into you with my hands.

When I wake up,

and you are really gone,

only a figment of my imagination,

it breaks my heart a little.

The samosa,

the warm, flat naan,

the chickpeas,

the long, white pilaf rice

have all disappeared

before my very eyes.

And I am left

unbearably disgruntled,

my head spinning,

and my mind confused.

Why does my mind taunt me

with all the food I cannot have?