Stranger, who are you?
I am seeing you today,
For the very first time,
Yet somehow to me,
You appear well known.
Stranger, who are you?
From where did you come?
Are you a shadow from the past?
Or an escort to the distant future;
Where are you leading me?
Stranger, who are you?
You seem to be captive,
Bound by fears and sorrows,
Why are you chaining me?
To your fears, to your misery
An icy chill spreads slowly,
As by my side, you stand,
It makes my heartbeat quicken,
I am consumed now with fear.
Stranger, who are you?
You are making me anxious,
Making me await fate, not destiny,
Your chill, it does push me away,
Let me now seek in joy, a friend.
Stranger, whoever you are,
Remain forever, a stranger to me.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.