Stranger you are!

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Your composed voice…I believe I have heard before…
Those animated deep brown eyes…summarize some familiar story…
The dimly dimpled chin… succeeds in holding my gaze for a moment…
The locks of curly hair…magnetize my fingers to sweep them off your forehead…
“Stranger you are!”….I know… I said!

“Remember me?” all of a sudden you ask…intervening my diffident thoughts…
Your insensitive, detached voice suddenly shakes me up…
I see the slender line between love and hatred turning bold…
“Stranger you are!”...I know…I told!
…but maybe…yes, maybe you are the same person…the one I used to admire…
...the one who used to inspire…

...Now, in a different skin…uneven and rugged…
…which mercilessly hides your glow…!
The deliberately masked face of mine…smiles and utters…
“You are somebody I used to know…!”

It does not annoy you, you stay unaffected….
 “Stranger you are now!” I know…I said!

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Nishi said…
out of this world........
The locks of curly hair, magnetize my fingers to sweep them off your forehead....WOW.....
January 26, 2013 at 12:48 AM
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