everything seems like yesterday today too and tomorrow again

One afternoons years back we were sitting on smooth rocks washed in the blue waters. The waves leaped over our eyes many shades of blues. Blues of the sky, of ink, of blood in your veins, and the blue

When red Changes to green Our steps Walks past Each other In different ways. Over shadows of White and road My future Is walking into your past As you pass Into mine. If you had tuned You would have Seen

Where our fingers meet Is a synapse Waiting to explode.

But on mornings like this, smokey cloudy and breeze I tend to think of you sometimes, I do not ask myself why I think of you when I have someone in my life. Instead I sit before the window or while I stroll

I don't think I have seen you in person, otherwise I would have loved you in first sight, it isn't I don't tend to like women in first sight. I would have liked you inspite of your poems, just to sit before