It was good to meet me...

All along I walked, this lonely boulevard;

Shadowed by my past...

Some, came close to hold my hand; some left me

With a broken heart...

Some, were nice enough to greet me and some,

Were difficult to bid adieu...

Holding pieces of me I walked, fell & stood up again;

To stride on, I learnt; I knew...

Sometimes, it was the lonely mountains and

Dessert sand; so full of strife...

Others, were calm villages, fairs I crossed

Sparkling, colourful; brimming with life...

And suddenly my feet stopped to look at

What I saw; ‘twas new...

Like self in the mirror, a hand reached out;

‘Nice to meet you’...

As I reached to touch the inside of me,

In shock and awe, how could it be!!

I forgot to move, the walk I walked;

The air I breathe, the words I talked.

But it was happening as the hands met,

A reflection of me, my life’s set.

A walker of life, preacher of good,

A smiling face before me, stood...

Wondering, what made me stop was the smile;

The talk or the face?

The reminiscing child, a like story or

That moment’s grace...

Suchlike it was, in the end may be

Didn’t matter;

Effortless was the summary, and

No sound of shatter...

On this road I was meeting myself,

After all this time;

Amazed was I as a life shared,

Rendering of mine...

I walk again, but

I laugh and realize,

Not always is divine cold and sundry...

I now see into Thee,

It was good to meet me...