Stranger pal

I don't know, whether having vivid-

Dreams is a boon or bane…

I have always felt, there is an undercurrent

Of unspoken clues mysteriously

Wrapped in the moments in there!

Many unknowns were subtly revealed,

In some, and some still puzzles…

I try to brush off, but it re-surges and pokes…

One such was finding a stranger,

In the midst of a pandemonium-

In the market like nave of the Renaissance model church!

And having a mischievous encounter-

And to refind the same person again;

And know that he has similar belongings as mine,

Larger and heavier though!

Did that bring a secret smile?

Or a deep seated reverence…

The blisters I found in his arms

Still haunt me though...

The pain of subdued emotions probably,

I brush off my thoughts again.

It's just another dream…

But the mischief shared felt wonderful,

The stranger turned to an old pal,

Whom you always strike right cord with,

When you just communicate telepathically,

When the right mischief is on…

Just like, the friends whom you meet after years,

And just find it as if we met every other day;

It's an instant gelation of the gaps to present-

No dramas, no overwhelming emotions,

Just the question of what now?

It's the same as it ever was.

No explanation, no confusion-

It's just the beauty of friendship.

It doesn't need celebrations,

Because it's a celebration in the moments shared itself,

Where you are just the 'you'.

Still the dream stays as an enigma…

Let the blisters be healed scarless.