Sunday, September 30, 2007

You, me and the stranger

soft looks
and
tender silences
.
the stranger
who
creeps in
between us
.
i love
your trying
to hold him
back
.
but he
slides in
and
i'm scared
.

6 comments:

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

hmm that one is not as simple as it seems. You poems require some time to actually register in anyone's mind. But thats they beauty in them :)

I tried to follow ur footsteps.... just wrote a lousy poem :)

ra said...

laughed a little inside.

not because its funny, but because it true. in more ways than a hundred.

മഞ്ഞുതുള്ളി said...

:)
short, simple and sweet...
funny too :)))

Shoonyata said...

@ raaji: Thanks...yr poem is not lousy..just keep writing!

@ ra: True...true and true :)))

@ Dewdrop: Thanks for the visit.

moochhi said...

the stranger is a person, an idea, a place, a space, a thing, a child, my/your lover, my/your wished for love, work devils - all starngers to this particuler space, but not a stranger to me or you.

slides in like a wisp of smoke, intangible but felt all the same.

the older i get the harder it is to be there and fully so. strangers creep in all the time...is it lack of love or a love/fear of opportunity?

Anki said...

touching indeed
sigh