While walking through the path of life,
Sometimes we bump into strangers,
In the lonely nights when we can't sleep,
Some stories are made
With no particular ending
And then we go apart
to seek our own density

Out of those stories,
Most corrode with time,
But few become a part of us.


You are one of such stories.


While treading formalities,
Sometimes our walls go down
And lots of secrets are spilled

Out of those secrets,
Some lead to the foundation of long lasting friendship
Others get buried, with the night.

I'm the buried secret of yours.

Maybe, my fate
Decides to compensate for its harshness
And today, this poem finds the stranger,
It targeted.

And he knows,


Sometimes in the middle of night,
Or the quietness of noon,
Mind often travels
To strange places our feet has not been.


Out of those places,
Some fade off like a long seen dream
While some keep playing behind our eyes,
And become a deep longing.


You are one such longing.