May be I am not the one
May be you are not the one
And yet we met
Met very briefly for just two years.
The first day I saw I fell in love with you
Since then I kept on looking towards you
Sometimes you did smile which I didn’t expect
So I too forced a smile later feeling stupid of myself
You always wore blue jeans & blue t-shirt
My favourite colour;
My another favourite colour is grey
In which I imagined you sometimes
With my eyes closed trying to get closer to you
So that my breathe smells like your skin.
Once I got an opportunity to steal your pen
But there were others who would have turned to look at me
When you would be searching in vain your prized possession
I wouldn’t have been able to face them
They would have certainly stalked me.
And we met again
When we descended the stairs together
I had slowed down to see you from back
As you went away in your world of transition.
It never happened that we got knocked
At the turning of the walls
They always meet on the other side
In my day dreams at the corner
How I wish we got wet by sprinkler
That watered the little garden
And placed our palms on the fountain
As if our soul’s were in marriage
Yes we would have met
But dreams imagination & thoughts
Seldom align to make a path for desires.
But we will meet; And we meet again
When I had stopped at the signal
And you asked where was I headed
Yes we were headed in the same direction
But different destinations,
It was the first day you spoke to me
I was lost in my happy thoughts
Yes we had met then.
We met when we ate on the same table
Talking about a film which hit the box office
To make the actor an overnight superstar,
Oh we should have met at the play
“Jesus Christ the Superstar “.
Yes I agree I had felt weak & motionless
At your touch, frozen in time, deaf in silence
You said something!
We had met then as the soothing souls
Very briefly not to part
But to meet again & again along a distance
At the street
At the theatre
Criss crossing unconsciously
Accidentally falling prey to the natural habitants
I know I should have told you
“I love you & pray for you”
Sometimes things don’t happen
The way we think, maybe its right
The longing to meet again
The longing to love you
To mend my broken world
Maybe just for that content
We meet looking into each other’s eyes
In flame and rain
In the sky and pain
Time moves runs but does it oscillate
To meet on the 31st of December.
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