Identity

Are you the one who
in this Twilight hours, have
come ending my wait?
Are you the one who made
my breath one short of a
lung full?
Meditations now are full of
familiar noises that seem to
be coming out of a gushing
fountain at the base of the
Himalayas,
Savannahs are lying low in
the strong breeze from a
Westerly wind
dangerously exposing the
lone hunter's crouched shape.
Footsteps are heard miles
away, as if someone has just
entered my driveway, and
long lost whispers are back
in the air, shaping the
music of love.
Or, are you the one whom I lost
forever, but now
reincarnated by my dreams
and the tenacity of the God!
These signs are not unknown
to me,
This scent
This unmistakable ruffle of
streaked hair
This soft murmur from half
open lips,
are telling me that it's you
It's you and
It's you,
the figment of imagination
that drove my life from then
till now.