I see you, I see you sitting there on the other side of the shore of this shallow water. As if it is your daily mantra, to sit on the huge rock. I cannot see your face but i can notice your ragged jacket and big slit hat. Are you handsome, or you have scars, sometimes I wish I could raise my hand and wave at you. But will you return that back ? Are your eyes so strong to see my wave?
It's been days since I met you, my friend from the other side, I may call because I like to name people. I have been noticing you since the first day i came here, just to escape the hustle bustle and find my own peace. However, this place seemed dead to me before I saw you there. You did nothing except for the song you were humming loud enough for me to hear, sorry it wasn't clear,maybe it was a different language you spoke. But from that day, you seem to be the best source of pleasure to these drowsy eyes.
I am here again, wait, what! What happened! Oh! You saw me, you raised your hand. Did that really happen, should I reciprocate? Or was it by mistake. Still i would take a chance and there you gave me second glance and then looked away. I am awed, I am happy, overwhelmed, my friend from the other side, you are really a help, you give me so much peace. You seem like a companion to me in this "out of order" world.
I told my friends about you yesterday, they said, "whatever it is, he lives on the other side, stay away",but why, you seem harmless to me. So what if we live on two other sides, you are more like me and lesser like the others who refuse to come to that place with me, who feel my commotion and silence hard to deal . You stay on the other side, still you are alike: everything is alike- the water, the land, the air.
I don't know how long this would go but you, my friend from the other side, is all i want to know.