Kochi (december 2013)

Kochi (december 2013) short poem

Photo by Sudheesh S

I ran away from you to strange cities. But at every corner, I ran into you.

The fresh sea water carried whiffs of you.
The little boys on bicycles spoke in your voice.
The surf tickled my toes with your fingertips.

And the graffiti on the walls were all written in your handwriting.

Every direction I turned to, I met a version of you.
And these streets, though new, seemed vaguely familiar.
Like memories. From a previous birth.

Maybe, I had already arrived, many years ago. Along with you.

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