…No More A Stranger


You were just a stranger whom I met in a stranger way,

But now there is something that tells me You will always stay.


Quaint was the happenstance of You coming into my life,

But gradually You are becoming a mystic part of my mysterious life.


Things were not really hunky-dory or fine,

But in your presence I feel there is something divine.


You came into my life as an Angel who fulfilled all my wishes,

As You took away all my vexations, anxieties and glitches.


How You became so important for me I cannot say,

But I am blessed that we are friends now, nothing else I yearn or pray.


You were just a stranger whom I met in a stranger way,

But now there is something that tells me You will always stay.


I don’t want our amity to ever end,

Because you are no more a Stranger my dear Friend.


-Anjana





1 comments:

poet GRACE says...experience is the death of that incommunicable mystery;to communicate you need a word,a gesture,a look but to be in communication with that,the mind and whole of you must be at the same time,with the same intensity as that which is called mysterious....
this poem speaks abt the mysticism inside our own mind,our own thinking. after reading i wish it had more lines....u cud write lot more here. poem is very nice

 

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