I don’t know you
but I feel like I do.
There is a strange connection
between me and you.
I am surprised
by the sureity
that my inner self
feels towards you
while my outer logical self
remains always alert
of any possible hurt
that it might feel.
I don’t feel younger
to you, but equal.
You don’t make me feel inferior
but happy and comfortable.
You are like the stars in the sky
who I have never seen physically
but am acknowledged about your figure
by your appearance in your pictures.
The stars don’t reply when I talk
but you do.
Their gleam is faded with the shine of the sun
but you shine more as the sky clears.
When I travel, I imagine
how different would it have been
had you been beside me
throughout my journey
adding to it more beauty.
This might be temporary
and might as well be fake.
Yet, this connection is beautiful
that uptil now, we did make.
You are my beloved stranger
and I, to you, just an acquaintance.
I believe, you will hold a special place
forever, in my remembrance.