The Stranger

No more objections!

Don’t blame me for what you do,

Cause I haven’t ever seen you in the real world yet.

But when it comes to my bodeful dreams,

Why you always do keep mocking me in?

I know, you’re not real;

The parallel strangeness hides all around you!

May be, I’m a little afraid on your unique identity,

Gestures, reddish left eye,

Peeled off skin and body parts.

It doesn’t make any sense to me,

Whether you’re a zombie or not?

If you’re, then how come you own a silly other side?

One who talks to me a lot like a friend,

Not just a friend,

A closest one who knows all about me than others.

Even though, I’m outspoken about this stranger,

My intentions can be wrong.

But I really wish to talk and listen,

And keep in touch with him whenever it’s impossible.

9 thoughts on “The Stranger

  1. Evening Rahul! 🙂
    I love your poetry so much…always makes me look for hidden clues. Not about anything other than, life itself. I love it. Hope you had a great day. Hugs from OZ. Paula xxxx

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