and I know it...

when i woke up it was'nt a dream anymore....
when i looked around it was'nt the same anymore...

for a moment i felt... no, i have not lost it yet..
how can i replace it... it was the best...

why does this feeling come only after we have lost it...
no matter how much u think of it to be an illlusion... you have lost it...

why, somethings more precious than others?
why, some, more precious than those which are not covered?

we all know it will all come to an end one day...
then why fear it , why keep yourself at bay?

when i woke up i hoped it was just a dream..
a dream more precious than the reality to me....