no pun intended

How splendid it is

When,

Just like that,

One re-connects with old forgotten relationships,

Coming across them

In the mailbox or in the street

Or in someone’s re-tweet,

Or in the contact list of a now-not-in-use phone!

Quite like the unfathomable pleasure

One experiences upon finding

Long misplaced things,

Even though no longer of use,

An old letter in the pages of a book,

A long lost key beside the old Almirah,

In the nook,

et cetera.

.

How splendid would it be

If we

Having found some of them

Serendipitously,

Kept them

Carefully

In a warm corner of our heart

Never to be lost again.

.

Without our knowing so,

Our lives become emptier

On account of

All the people

Lost to us

Along the way.

.

HOW SPLENDID IT IS

TO FIND SOME OF THEM

ONCE AGAIN!

 

 

 

There is something about it

I cannot name.

I cannot define it in/with words.

brown does not do justice to it

just as white does not to light,

or black to night.

fair, like dark,

too general to pique

any interest

in something so unique.

If only

your skin were to be perforated into parts

you would be a rainbow

but just as only human eyes have

the capacity to see one,

do not be surprised

if no one else

but I

can see the rainbow

beneath your beautiful skin!