Where Are You?

Where are you?

Are you somewhere wondering about me, just like how I wonder about you?

Are you wandering and living your life to the fullest? Or, are you just content and happy with what you have?

Are you in search of me or is it just me?

Why does my heart beat for someone like you, whom I haven't even seen but met many times in my head.

I have met you in a friend's party, or in a train journey, or crashing into each other in a library, or probably at some dead poets society.

I have met you many times, spoke to you many times about many things. About movies, about family, about history, about wars, about love, about you, about me, about universe and the destiny.

In my head, I have walked with you on a beachside holding your hand, not talking or asking much then but, just feeling your fingers intertwined with mine.

With the warmth of your palm against mine, with me looking at your smile while you look away. I have imagined us sitting there for a while, a long long while, until the next morning.

In my head, I've met you, spoke to you, held your hand many times, leaned on your chest a few times.

All of this is happening in my mind before we have even seen each other. But when I meet you, it will feel like this has been happening since forever.