Strangers - The Wandering souls

Years back I met you in a cosmic world.

You too found me after a long gap;

I saw your name,

Never sure, it could be someone else.

You might have seen mine,

You too were not sure, may be;

But deep inside both of us knew;

It’s both of us.

We did not talk.

We were strangers.

We reached there not by compulsion,

Not by propulsion,

It was just coincidence.

I can prove it even now.

If the ids are not destroyed.

You were there, a remote student;

I was there; another remote student;

We knew it without a word; without a sound;

That’s the touch of the wandering soul.