And so how would that be
For the first time if we
Two meet again?
Maybe by that old bus-stand
Or at that brick house cafe,
With a band,
While buying the grocery-
How would that be?
You do not know me
Nor do I know you.
And we meet not as me and you,
But as two strangers
Who just happen to chance
At each other;
Before boarding that morning bus
Or maybe while sipping that tasteless coffee
Or while picking up that talcum powder.
Our eyes meet
How would it be if our places and histories
Were changed overnight?
And we met in a different plane
Would I be cut off from my prejudices?
And you from your imaginary ideas of me?
If the present click between us disappears
What would that new bond
You and me?
Would you look at me with the
Same silence in your eyes?
And would I then walk up to you and say
That you have hair that flows
Beautifully in the wind?
Or would we just look at each other
And without sparing much thought
Walk away like two perfect strangers.