On a bright day like this
With your warm smile like today’s
I saw you walk by my eyes
Stranger in me
Less of me
One of me
One of you
Like when the wave, after splashing you as if you were a child, Recedes, as if you were a stranger As if you will muddy her waters She too, began her indifference God, tell me, why everything Turns out like You...
Black. Let me try this one, she said, “…can I do this by my own…?” Pushing him away A self-deprecating Twist on her lip, Still smiling, “I look …..y,” Nearly taking it off White...
Now that the cascade of words subsided It is quiet, You are clear. Now it would’ve been nice You making coffee, I making Idle banter. We disagreeing On million little things Agreeing on One Big Thing Such as: you...
Most of us, when overcome by feelings of disconnectedness from our surroundings, experience a sense of inner agitation, which is not that different from the experience of being a stranger.
Once, When they tore them open A life fell out of each Now, They are driven Smiling with them Rights of their own In bright sunshine Hauling with them Buried in black One mile from the graveyard The rights of man...
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