I was derailed in my past but beloved,
believe me, it has been you
since always—our souls are kindred,
connected yet so different.
I came to know about you at the end of my adolescence
but you can find your mention in my first poem.
It was you—as a feeling—who I assumed at that time.
I could feel your mystery when it helped me write before I was 10.
Since the first time I could express
my maturity on the paper wholly,
it has been you, always.
I have met you after breaking unnecessary ties.
You consciously don’t know this and I forgot too
that it was only your presence who provided protection.
From my writing to dreams and premature wisdom,
I now am recalling all and it has always been you.