MEETING A KNOWN STRANGER. . .

Met a stranger by fate
Who knew it would turn into a hate

Saw a stranger hailing in his own rhythm,
Fully drowned in his own life. . .
Not a damn here and not a damn there,
Just his own life. .

Never did he knew that someone's awaiting him

Stranger a shadow of silence,
a shadow of purity,
a shadow of serenity,
a shadow so known

Yet a feeling of a stranger
That the stranger is. . .
Just a traveller,
Just flash of lightning,
To make the moment worthwhile...

And the feeling
That the stranger would pass by
Kept roaring in mind. .

Expected from stranger that
May be he could wash away the deep loneliness of mind
May be he could make silent the muscular waves of nostalgia in my life

But it was just a halucination
That was filled with moments
Similar to sway of palm leaves, or sunlight's glare
To scent of perfume, blooming of daisies
A lush of garden green,a guitar's thrum
Or a butterfly' s flair...

And the stranger left my world without a word
Still present in the world of memories
Haunting me each moment of day
Playing hide and seek with my little mind

Seconds, minutes,days, months and years passed by
And again saw the stranger
And came rushing to mind
Memories of past. . . . .
That were felt, not touched
Told, not explained
Treasured, not experienced again

Memories so safe in the closet of heart. . .
Memories so strong to be melted...
Memories so soft to be crushed like a flower. . .