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| @KL airport, 2007 |
Everyday I see a stranger
He looks the same as I
He stares at me like danger
when I try to meet his eye.
Even though I do meet him
Morning, noon and night
But still the fellow stays grim
An enigma lost in light.
I wish I knew him better,
What he thinks and why?
Does he blog and twitter?
Does he laugh and cry?
Whose world is real I ask?
Whose life- His or mine?
Who lives behind the mask?
Can we swap across the line?
Everyday I see this stranger
who looks the same as I
I see him in every mirror
But reflections can also lie…
Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat atmosphere. I guess that every stranger is a person just like you and me...
ReplyDeleteyes, i know the feeling,
ReplyDeleteHi,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful self expression. The stranger in the mirror can teach us a lot provided we are willing to learn and change looking at him every day. Mostly we ignore him and don't change and therein lies our predicament. Lovely self assessment. I enjoyed it.
Best wishes,
Jospeh
This is really good, Ashok. The photo perfectly compliments the wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteBy chance you stumbled into my terrain and now I am blessed to walk in your domain :) This poem is wonderful! Thanks for your kind comment! I agree with Ash, perfect photo selection :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem... and its more interesting to think who could be him inside looking at a stranger.
ReplyDeleteBEAUTIFUL, STRONG, DARK, SCARY,ORIINAL, PROFESSIONAL
ReplyDeleteYOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM, NOR I YOU, BUT I JUST HAVE TO SAY THAT YOU ARE AN AMAZINGLY TALENTED POET. THIS PROBABLY HAS NO MEANIG OR IMPORTANCE TO YOU. I AM JUST ONE OF THE MANY ANONYMOUS PEOPLE YOU WILL NEVER MEET, JUST ONE OF THE FACES PASSING BY, YET I SOMEHOW FEEL COMPELLED TO SAY HOW TALENTED THIS WRITING IS.EVEN THOUGH I AM ONLY 13, IN 8TH GRADE, AND TRYING TO SURVIVE THE STEREOTYPE OF MY GENERATION, I HAVE LEARNED THAT SOMETIMES AN UNKNOWN FIGURE CAN JUST REACH OUT AND TOUCH YOU. WHETHER IT IS AN ANONYMOUS LETTER TO EVERYONE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION OF A SONG,OR THE FACE OF A SAD, TROUBLED STRANGER PASSING BY IN A WHEELCHAIR THAT YOU SMILED AT, CAUSING THEIR FACE TO LIGHT UP BECAUSE THEY WERE NOTICED FOR ONCE, INSTEAD OF BEING PUSHED TO THE SIDELINES.YET IT COULD BE A RANDOM PERSON WHO ASKED FOR A COUPLE JELLY DOUGHNUTS IN LINE WHO THEN GAVE ONE TO HIS FRIEND- A BLIND MAN AT A PLACE WHERE I HELPED OUT GIVING FOOD TO HOMELESS PEOPLE FOR 1 WEEK. YOU MIGHT NOT EVER READ THIS, AND WILL PROBABLY NEVER SEE ME, AND IF YOU DO, YOU WON'T KNOW ME OR ME YOU, BUT I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW WHAT AN AMAZING WRITER YOU ARE, AND HOPE THAT THIS MIGHT JUST MAYBE INSPIRE YOU TO DO SOMETHING NICE FOR SOMEONE ELSE. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE SEEN YOUR BLOG AND READ POEMS OF YOURS, AND I HAVE READ MANY, BUT SOME OF THESE ARE AS GOOD AS ONES IN PUBLISHED BOOKS. HAVE A GREAT DAY AND KEEP WRITING, YOU HAVE TALENT.
- GARNET ROSE
A wonderful poem. You will surely get to know better soon. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Ashok. Again I loved reading this. Glad you bumped into my blog and I landed here from your profile. :)
ReplyDeleteIs life a beauty of search
ReplyDeleteor just to enjoy the research!
just felt after reading this poem :)
hats-off for this thought!
keep writing & smiling!
Truly superb.. what else.. just speachless...
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