Who's a Stranger ?
The so-called strangers,
Who enter our world,
To give us a hand,
From their life's strand.
They seem like wizards,
With those magic frosts,
Working on you,
When you are busy being lost.
I look at them with a curious eye,
A frightened stare,
But merely fright,
Amusement I sense,
Though I put up my defense,
Unable to figure out,
Should I take offence.
It takes time to put down that shield,
Before they can make me yield,
Once the bond is formed,
It keeps my heart warm,
And also well informed,
That humanity is alive !
Friends, as you call them !
Who's a friend
Deeply I ponder,
Then with a smile
I remember.
Like a treasure
Beneath this Earth
Like a river
With its curves
Like our hearts
Full of love
Like our souls
Full of search.
What do I call ?
A soul mate ?
A partner ?
Or simply a friend ?
Maybe what's more important is,
That we be together till the end :)
Do we really Listen or merely Exchange ?
These mere exchanges,
That we call talks,
Cannot contain the essence of,
A human's wants.
What we see on surface,
Are simply ripples,
When you go a bit deeper,
The imagination cripples.
Justification for all the desires,
The fetishes and the fires,
Even the biggest hearts wouldn't be able to hold,
Unless and until someone goes bold.
We look down upon our own breed,
As if we were an Assassin's creed,
Unluckily that doesn't make any sense,
To the people who have lost essence.
Wow !!
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