We lived in the same grave for years without realizing each other’s presence.
That evening when the realization happened, you left.
You left like Shamsuddin left after striking the arrow in Rumi’s heart.
I am no Rumi, but still a part of me left to follow the trail of your footprints.
What was left in me was melancholic happiness, memories of revelation.
That revelation occured only after your departure.
Revelation which assured that you stayed back.
Maybe you have stayed back.
I departed to drown in the ocean of a desert.
A peaceful death is what I desire in the emptiness of overflowing ocean.
I will see you again I believe closer to the beginning of the time in the same grave.
For now Good bye!