You And Me Poem by vishaka subba

So busy i was, living a life of unfulfilled and awful dreams, that i barely noticed 'him'
His existence was unknown to me until i realised that he was showing me glimpses of a beautiful reality.
Imagination was trying to keep me strong but his actuality made me weary,
Luring me to yearn for him.
Calm, passionate, lively he looked but maintaining distance i thought would be less chaotic.
In a high pitched tone I yelled, to which he gave a smile in response.
A random 'hi', caring gestures, his stories-all lulled me to a world of an absolute fantasy.
And at every instance, waking my dead soul, i now live through him.