How We Met

I searched for you on and on
In darkness, in light, in struggle, in peace
in hope and despair, in gloom and delight
I saw you in his eyes, her eyes, and hers too
I was almost there, I had nearly found you
but one fine evening, you left, 
simply vanished into thin air
You had to stay, you had to set things right
You had to fill the empty voids that were
You had to paddle me across the sea, 
with the moonlight gleaming,
through the entangled locks of your hair
and the music flowing through one heart to another
piercing the long borne silence, yes, we were almost there
But you disappeared, like you were never a part of it
as if my search had been futile, meaningless all along
So I lost faith in myself, 
in all what I was searching for
and in all that drove me on

But one day as I lay in hopelessness
I found someone facing the same storm as me
His eyes, nearly as dull as mine
His soul as worn out and parched as mine
and I looked deep into his eyes,
Strange! someone was searching for me 
as desperately as I had been looking for someone
Yes, it was you, my friend,  
and over time as I have delved deeper in you, 
simplifying your entangled hair locks,
singing songs with you in the moonlight, 
I know I will never lose you again,
Eyes don't lie, neither does a mirror. 

The Bookmark

Where did your bookmark get lost?
Did it slip away while I was chasing my dreams?
Did it fall into a coffee mug surviving one of those sleepless nights?
Did it get tired of being outcast by your yellow pages?
Did the 'rose' petals slowly wither and die?
Did the 'entry pass' leave for the music concert one silent afternoon?
Did the 'train ticket' revolt and flew away with the wind?
Did the 'receipt' from the post office catch hold of a pigeon's tale?
Did it grow numb over time, reading between your lines?
Did it fall in love with another book and you let it free secretly?
Since it deserted you, I have played with your grey entangled locks countless times,
and have seen from a distance, your pages feeding on moonlight, getting yellower,
your empty eyes heavier with dew drops every morning
As my search for a bookmark goes on,
I wonder if your pages will ever be finished.