stranger
Many a sleepless night I had
Thinking of that unknown
Tried I many times
To identify
Drawing up lines many
Ended I in Erasing
And left was I
Again with the blank page

Hope I someday would be the day
When there would be a figure
I would cherish to say
Its my vision,
My creation
And the unknown would become
Known not just to me but many.

Remembrance and forgetfulness
Hand in hand
Never ever had I thought
You would be so far
Far from my thoughts
My mind
And the very emotions itself

Who is to blame?
Me or is it you
No clue that I have
But then I know
You will return
Back again!!