sitting beside me
By neha bhat
I smiled at him, He smiled at me. And Immediately, Distances were Broken. I never knew him. He never knew me. Yet always, we saw Each other Frequently. Looking deep— Deep into each Other’s eyes, To see Past recollections. Yes, there were Faint memories. Nostalgias. Longings and melancholies. But I don’t know Where I’d met him. Seen him. I do know He is known to me. Yet, somehow a Stranger still to me. He seemed someone Who stood next to me— Only to vanish away The next instant. We have met many times Haven’t we? But each time, Each time has not only One question Always lingered In our minds ‘Are you known stranger? To me?’ Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 05:44 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"I smiled at him,..."