Living our meandering existences everyday,
Hustling and hassling through the problems and the promises.
Oh! so many thoughts floating inside our head,
Not one visible chain of thought which might provide some kind of solace.
Living everyday like it is just another day,
Tired of just breathing through an infinite loop of an illusion called Time somewhere in space.
And then one day you meet the One, the one about whom you’ve faintly dreamt.
In crowded buses and air conditioned metros,
They flash by like the red and yellow traffic signals.
Amidst classes and while walking on the roads along with the masses,
They brush against us in plain sight and we walk by like nothing has happened.
Words flowing like caramel and a demeanour like that of a nightingale,
The sweetness and kindness makes you feel fine after a numbing day.
You wish to have met, long before rushing through this game of charades.
But alas; Fate and Destiny are but no one’s slave.
Chanced encounters and dubious conversations,
Unafraid qualms and nervous annotations,
Quivering hands typing a steady flow of emotions,
All the possible outcomes keep rotating around the axis of my imagination.
”Your words are like poetry” she said.
Now I’m a bad poet but I felt like some sort of a King instead.
Sometimes people come only to show us that they aren’t meant to stay,
Sometimes you may find a small infinity enclosed inside a random comment box somewhere.
Life is funny, life is strange,
It gives us hope and then there’s nothing lying ahead.
A silly soul typing out his stupid thought processes,
Hoping that the mystery of the enigmatic woman shall finally end someday.
~ the black curse via chanced encounters and forgotten conversations