On a rainy day.
When you get down
From an auto
To find a cafe.. and
Stride on the margins,
To avoid the flash of
Street water-
Like two strangers
Passing by with the
Accidental exchange
Of glances..
May our eyes
Meet again.
I'll act like I saw
Someone who looked
Like you and
Turn past the corner
Before one of us realizes
What happened.
Guising in the shade
Of the past, if any thought,
Crosses your mind..
To color your imagination,
and pull you back..
And if you
Coincidentally,
Glide around to
Look out for something
You forgot-
There, in the corner,
Buried in a pretense
Of a magazine, I stand..
Hello!
Familiar stranger.
Damn! It'll be hard
Not to smile.
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