Je connais vous..... (I Know You......)

Yes, you. I know you. We've met, infact. You are probably thinking that this is just a gimmick to catch your eye, aren't you? But think, just think for a moment. Remember that day, just like any other, when I passed by you on that busy road? You caught a whiff of the wind that waved the locks on my face as I receded into the turbulent waves of the mass. A tangy breath.......... the cheap perfume unconsciously putrefied by the salinity of my existence, struggling for its life against the suffocation of the city odour. Your nose crinkled at the obstrusive smell, unaccounted for. Ten or a dozen days after or before, the cruel sunrays that made you squint at the bus number as it rumbled past you, glinted in the frame of my glasses as I tried to read the manifesto outside the league office. Yesterday, or perhaps everyday before that, you were at lunch, surrounded by known faces. Your thoughts were busy unravelling their masks, but, your senses devoured me, as my hands flavoured the semi-solid so urgently dissolving within you, in my stove. The water flowing over your skin cleanses my sheddings hidden in the city dust. Our breath mix into each other, the proximity vilefied by the polluted air. Our innermost secrets are exchanged every moment in the crowded thought waves of every inhabited places on this earth. And still, you avert your face as I get reflected in the obscenely bright lipstick and loose blouse, standing in the rose evening of the dead-end alley.