Why did you meet me so late?
I was very close to you, though far.
I was there, always free to talk, but you were too busy to meet.
I would go through your streets, talking loudly to make you listen to me, but you were busy in your talks.
One day, you met me by chance to let me know you, who you were and what you were.
Your presence was everything, but I lamented for meeting you late.
Your silence was a nice-talk for me,
Your talk was a melodious tune, hovering in my noisy world,
Your intuition took me beyond the physical realms,
Your attraction failed the laws of gravitation.
You brought some reasonability in my unreasonable life,
You brought some decorum in my shattered life,
You taught me to look beyond the mere appearance of things,
You took me to the place, where we had met once.
But why did you meet me so late?
Will you leave and make me yearn for you again?
Meeting and departing are hard things to bear.
So, don’t leave and remain with me for some numbered days.
In chaos and confusion, there may be some order.
