That Reminds Me Of You
That Reminds Me Of You1 min 14.5K 1 min 14.5K
You come to me
Not in scripted pictures of the mind
Rather, in unanticipated flashes, all day.
Maybe all night.
If I dream.
Flashes, that are mundane
That the commonfolk dismiss
With a wave of passing days
And rusted, faded concern.
In careless abandon.
You come to me:
Like the soft gleam of dawn
In thoughts of dewy grass
Or tiny purple wildflowers on them
That you carefully skirt,
While I walk beside you.
Or in a sudden craving
For sugar spun roses at midnight
Because I don't know what semblance
Would be more befitting
For your lips.
Or maybe when I see a soda can
That you meticulously throw in a bin, always.
Or a pristine white marble slab
Because it reminds me of your plectrum.
That makes magic.
Or when I come across red chillies
Or spiced popcorn, or a packet of buttermilk
Or molten cheese or heart shaped boxes
Even a muddy puddle when it rains.
We both know why...
There are so many things
That I want to point out and say
"There, that reminds me of you, too!"
But that'd take a lifetime,
Because with you, prosaic turns phenomenal.
Or maybe, it's just YOU.