Until I Met You

Last time I fell for you,

It was many moons ago and I couldn’t stop myself thinking about you,

Or watching you from the aisle.

That was when it started and continued for….

Anyway, let's not talk about that.

It was very intense,

I could feel my cheek sweating and heart beating faster,

No matter how much I kept denying its existence,

The existence of love- the earthly emotions in me,

This vague body,

This absolute nothing,

I shouldn’t have fallen for a mortal one.

After I died in the train crash,

My wife couldn’t come to identify my mangled carcass,

So much grief-stricken that little soul.

I used to call her, “ Pimpli”

I used to adore her no matter how much pimples were there on her cheek or how much ‘imli’ she would like.

After a month or two, I found my Pimpli on the same train,

I was so happy cause she was happy.

There was not one but two baggages,

Her forehead was red with sidur,

She was now a newly married bride,

On her way to honeymoon,

First.

And here I am,

Wandering on this train for ages

Like a mouthful of air,

From one compartment to another

Solving the equation between me and Pimpli.

She left me but I couldn’t leave her,

Until I met you!