A stranger
This post is dedicated to a person, whom I have never met...actually whom I know only from the past five days... but I feel at peace with his/her virtual presence in my life... It makes me believe that sometimes we see life in a new perspective through someone else's eyes...
My wordy armour
saved that one bit of life
from being further shred
But I lost a lot to this self-made armour
While running away from pain
I ran away from joys... then life
A stranger I met
who read my life without me uttering a word
He looked at me
with knowing eyes and didnt advise me a thing
Just when I was about to move
he held me back with a gaze
He let me be and didn't pretend
to console or understand...
After a while, he read my heart
and asked me to rest
In his unsaid words...
I felt no need to be anything but me...
And I looked at life with a renewed zest...
I keep my wordy armour now
just as an outlet
but all the while I have kept
myself open to the newness of the world...
My wordy armour
saved that one bit of life
from being further shred
But I lost a lot to this self-made armour
While running away from pain
I ran away from joys... then life
A stranger I met
who read my life without me uttering a word
He looked at me
with knowing eyes and didnt advise me a thing
Just when I was about to move
he held me back with a gaze
He let me be and didn't pretend
to console or understand...
After a while, he read my heart
and asked me to rest
In his unsaid words...
I felt no need to be anything but me...
And I looked at life with a renewed zest...
I keep my wordy armour now
just as an outlet
but all the while I have kept
myself open to the newness of the world...
2 Comments:
You truly are the Solitary reaper!!...wo..i had to put this here ...i guess where it rightfully belongs
"Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more"............(wordsworth)
Hey this is a poetic factory...keep it on!!!
"Dont help them bury your thoughts" says the wise man......
and hey i just heard the stranger speak he Says "Thank you so much....its pure joy..forever i will cherish it"....
am curious to know what u do for a living...
Solitary Reaper took me back to my B.A days...
and ya...the last lines are too good...
:-)
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