Lohia Matri Seva Sadan

Cafe Cloud Atlas

I had a dream.
We met again.
In a cafe.
Right in the middle of a sea
of faces both familiar and unknown.

You hung out with a different set now.

A friend of ours had a daughter.
I wanted to tell her she was the best thing
her Dad had ever done
but eventually thought
I know better.
Her eyes told stories
I had long lost touch with.
Your eyes told stories
different from the ones I knew.

Before the clouds got hold of us, you promised
to write a letter
that could only be deciphered by me.
And then we floated away.
Towards horizons unknown.
Where it becomes increasingly difficult
to tell
between sunrises and sunsets.