There’re always pieces in a mundane routine, That remind me of you.
There’s always a strange anonymity day after day that make me think of you.
In the most unadulterated feature space of life, I do feel you.
With every little smile that crosses my mind, I hope it makes its way to you.
Each time I have said words to hurt you, I’ve hurt me too.
As day go by, and I sit still in silence, a strange sadness dawns on me..and I’m reminded of the times when I just couldn’t be me.
I hope one fine morning, as you sip your breakfast tea, you could feel the strange love that I have had all through, for you, in me.