On Not Remaining, As Before Poem by Hemant Shesh

I do not know you Apoorva
But know you since many many years,
Where the words untold are concealed within the words uttered,
This mute conversation begins

Just now
A tiny flame has flared within us
Unknown is its color, unparallel.
Rest every thing else is quite the same-
City, roads, Wind, Sunshine, Daytime.

Your arrival like a cool shadow in my scorching desert loneliness
And your returning back; silently

After you have left
I am not the same as I was,

And
probably within you
I too may have left
My equally vociferous portion।