Stranger Poem Alok Mishra

why does your shadow linger
day and night
and reminds me
of the super-subconscious desire?
Do I know you?
Don’t I really know you?

why does your silhouette appear
even in the shadowy evenings
when eyes seldom differentiate between red and green?
Were there some questions you asked and I didn’t answer?
Were there some answers you couldn’t find to meet my queries?
Have we ever met before? Don’t you remember how many times we met?