I meet you
in that dark alleyway puddle,
reflected in its murky depths.
I meet you
in the bright sun after a heavy rain,
as I look up at the seven beautiful colours.
I meet you
In the fleet of lust,
at the foot of that deep dark grave
as I fall.
I meet you
when the waves splashes me onto the shores
and forces to make new trails.
I meet you
Staring back at me
as I stand gazing into the store glass window.
I meet you
on my long bus rides,
as my mind wander into the profound
blurred against the moving glass.
I meet you
as I settle my daily bills
and clean my daily wounds.
I meet you
as I sit sipping hot tea
at the late midnight hours.
I meet you
when you open the right door
as I stand waiting at the front of the umpteenth wrong.
I meet you
as the pages of my life tear apart
and as new chapters gets added.
I meet you
when all the meaning disappears
only to reappear again.
I meet you, as I write.
I meet you, in my every blink and every breadth.
I meet you
For, you slumber in my deep within.
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