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I hear sounds in my head....sounds of machines in

I hear sounds in my head....sounds of machines in the ICU....And some sounds of me taking the last sips of air into my body....just consious enough for those sounds to blast into my ears.....

I am trying hard to open my eyes....but my efforts go in vain....I feel a touch......its my most familiar touch...I feel a warmth over my hand.....suddenly the darkness infront of my eyes vanish and pictures flash there.....My eyes are closed,I can still see you holding my hand close to your chest and my palms wet with your warm tears.....I can see those tears drooling out under those thick glasses you are wearing....

I want to get up and hug you tight....I want to kiss your tears.....But then in a glimpse of seconds-I feel nothing..... Never knew someday I would dream my own death...
I hear sounds in my head....sounds of machines in the ICU....And some sounds of me taking the last sips of air into my body....just consious enough for those sounds to blast into my ears.....

I am trying hard to open my eyes....but my efforts go in vain....I feel a touch......its my most familiar touch...I feel a warmth over my hand.....suddenly the darkness infront of my eyes vanish and pictures flash there.....My eyes are closed,I can still see you holding my hand close to your chest and my palms wet with your warm tears.....I can see those tears drooling out under those thick glasses you are wearing....

I want to get up and hug you tight....I want to kiss your tears.....But then in a glimpse of seconds-I feel nothing..... Never knew someday I would dream my own death...