When I met you again
In this lifetime, in my city, in front of me—
Different name, different face, different time.
But it was the same you.
And then it was the same me.
First, it was the words you said,
Then it was the way you said things,
Then it was that triangle of moles on your arm.
Or maybe the way you liked to wear dark colors.
Again, it was the way you missed mom,
And hated laundry.
No, you didn't like dogs now—you liked fishes.
No, you didn't hate corporate—but ruled it.
No, you didn't run marathons—but you were still a mindset warrior.
You even gave me a daak nam in Hindi,
Without knowing...
I have been given the same name in a different language before—by you...
Salad love was changed by ramen love,
But it was the same me,
You saw me, just as you have seen before,
But you saw a bit more…
Because I had grown a bit more…
And you had evolved more too.
But we were the same.
Walking together..
Your grip on my arm,
Your hold on my hand..
Your hold on me.
Your presence..
Your soul.
It was the same.
I couldn't have you before,
And no way I can have you this time too.
But it's the same soul tie—maybe even deeper.
Sometimes I feel, I invoked you in my life...
Not sure if it's a good or bad thing…
But it's definitely sweeter.
The voice is sweeter.
You are sweeter.
You very rarely say “you are mine”—because we know you can't.
But you have said it before,
And I know you mean it now too.
This is how I have known love.
And this is how it will be always known to me.
Love means—your soul, and the way it fits me…
Each time…
Even when I grow out of it…
You also grow and come back and fit better…
But you don't stay.
And that leaves me, here.
Knowing as I have always known you.
Missing you as I always have, and always will.
Sometimes you come as a life alternative,
Sometimes a simple faith…
Always looking for love.
But you never stay.
Maybe because, as they say—
Love is not enough.
What are the chances I meet you again?
Life is long, and I have already met you twice.
You recognised me each time on first sight.
Will you find me again?
If you do—will you stay?
I have said bye once...
And I don't know how to say it again.
Sometimes, one lifetime truly isn't enough.
Till we meet again.
I don't wonder who makes your coffee now.
I don't wonder what perfect future you are planning in your times of rest.
I know we all find peace.
I know you will too.
I wonder where I will be then.
There was nothing any one of us could do.
P.S. The last goodbye
https://wherethestreetshavnoname.blogspot.com/2020/02/i-wonder.html
