I wonder sometimes,
am I in somebody's journal?

The most random people
doing the most random things
on the most random days
often find their way
onto pages in my shelf
or ones and zeroes
in my laptop.

I wonder if I live
rent-free
in someone else's
as well.

Some people
make me feel so strongly,
I wonder,
how is it possible
for them to be
completely
oblivious about it
at that moment?

They journey from existing
ephemerally in reality
to solid in my thoughts
and then finally
into ink and binary,
ephemeral again
unsolicited.

Have I ever travelled
the same road
and never knew?

Was I lucky enough
to be solid for an
ephemeral moment
and never knew?

-Abdullah Alam