Seeing you

I see you,

I see you in places where noone goes,

In ramshackle coffee shops,

which have spent their allure,

In libraries filled with dusty moth eaten books,

I see you in the pages of second hand poems,

And also in the old black and white movies,

I see you in front pages of fashion magazines,

And sometimes in mugshots of people lost to wars,

Sometimes, I sense you riding on the wave of obvious,

And see you in facebook and instagram,

Bits and pieces that are you,

So many places and I am yet to find a wholesome you,

Its as though you have deliberately scattered yourself,

A chip of your heart here,

A semblance of eyes there,

A voice amidst static of midnight radio,

A silhouette of dream crossing the road,

A jigsaw to figure out

And sometimes I see myself