Again.

It is this strange restlessness that possesses me

Like a ghost that refuses to get off

Or the bouts of loneliness that I suffer

On silent rainy evenings

Whenever I come by you

Or something that reminds me of you

Or by anything that kindles up that spirited presence;

That wraps me up throughout my busy day

Or when I get up confused from a deep sleep

And find emptiness beside me

I think of you, and you come and sit beside me

And we chat for hours together.

But you vanish if for a moment I get distracted

Never to visit again; till I see you

Some evening sipping tea by the roadside

Immersed in thoughts deep

That you say disturbs you within deep

I don’t call out, rather return home

And tidy the disarranged notes that have been lying around

Lest you visit me in a hurry and find me disheveled

In such moving minutes when I contemplate thoughtfully

On certain issues that somehow went wrong

I forget what I was writing or wanted to write about

Suddenly bouts of coughing and sneezing seizes me

And I find you sitting on the floor

By my chair arranging my notes

That had been lying around for days

Things I had intended to arrange before you paid a visit.

Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.