So I can’t make a claim that I know him well. Oh, no, no! Well is elaborative! The idea is or rather the question is do I really know him or not?
Tangled in the lucidity of knowingly or unknowingly I fall for him. Slowly he captured my soul, the grip was little and then lighter and tighter but each time, when he left, it jitters in my soul. Cracking each bit like wood in fire.. the sound sometimes is shrilly and sharp and sometimes moaning.. deep weeping inside as if it would take the soul off this earth. Despite being burnt several time, I would go back to him.. the alluring dream, fantastical and full of personified illusions keeping the spirit alive. The journey’s continuity is self proclaimed as no other validation would be required to stamp it. The magical dream of his charms be trailed from one era to another fetching the hope of beautiful days to come. It is vagabond.. searching for him, his companionship.. seeking his contentment and approval in all my affairs. So the question or idea of knowing or not- knowing him fades down and the quest to explore my own self continued.

R. Jeddy