ThE ONE Whom I Don't KNoW

Sometimes, even beneath the brightest light,

I suddenly feel like a stranger to myself,

nothing like the familiar “me”

I have always known.

This unfamiliar "me" looks toward the evening

with both eyes full.

In the dim light of darkness,

a flock of birds returning home,

or even a swarm of mosquitoes

gathering above my head,

can fill him with wonder,leaving everything strangely uncertain.

Then suddenly,

a headlight cuts through the darkness,

its sudden brightness fascinating him.

And helplessly,

I fall in love with this unfamiliar me.

But the familiar "me"

does not know how to love this way.

His world is wrapped

in the hard shell of reality.

There,

the colours of imagination

cannot paint the pictures of dreams.

And yet,

do these two selves ever meet?

Does the familiar me

ever find the unfamiliar one?

And if they do,

what is it that either of them finds?

At the end of the day,

the unfamiliar me disappears

like the last light of dusk.

Only the familiar me remains,

visible beneath the harsh light of reality.

And still,

the waiting grows.

I keep looking forward

to another evening,

hoping to meet

that unfamiliar me again.