Strange Meetings

by Sonnet Mondal

Sometimes we run into someone

just for once in our lives,

 

and our bones refuse

to fit inside our skin

 

the same way.

 

Plans proceed as waves

and recede as doubts.

 

A fleeting joy

with gnawing pangs

of apprehension

 

the stretch between

experience and fear

 

seems like the time taken by a fish

to reveal and conceal itself

 

in front of a fish hook.