An Ode To The Stranger

You haven't arrived yet,
Or just passed by without affecting my being.
I am unknown to you, you're the unfamiliar soul to me.
I am a stranger to you, you to me.
Your sagas are unheard of, I haven't unfolded my sheet of stories.
It scares you, it scares me.
Destiny doesn't make sense to you, in the same light it baffles me.
Alas, dear stranger, you are in for an adventure;
An adventure full of stories and possibilities,
Of change and stagnancy,
Of growth and downfall.
Oh dear stranger, those judgments you fear are impotent now. 'Cause I come with no assumptions,
I hold no preconceived notions.
For me, you are the painting you paint,
The sculpture you sculpt,
The dream you make me wish for
The lie you tell as a truth.
For me, you are what you are at this moment;
Your sins of past and plans for the future, are buried under the moist land of unfamiliarity.
Oh dear stranger,
You can be you.
Oh dear stranger,
You can, just for a moment, let loose.

Unsolicited Advice

There are times, when nothing seems to make sense. When nothing seems to be 'perfect'.
In such moments, be vulnerable. But stop, stop after a while. Breathe. And think:
Did I sign up for a perfect life or a life that is remotely worth living?
Why am I cribbing now when I wasn't grateful enough in the moment of happiness?
And lastly, why am I behaving as if this is the last day of my life. And, if it actually is, damn why in the hell would I spend it fussing and crying?
Breathe. At times breathing is what you need.

I know it seems preachy and rather romantic. Alas, it might make sense to some and work wonders for a few others.

Have a lovely weekend! :*

Yet Another Woman

She was fierce,
A fire burnt inside that broken heart.

Tears came easily
But so did that sloppy smile.

That velvet body moved seamlessly,
Dancing away the pain.

Melody of the waves, the moonlit sky,
The grainy sand-- is all she had to embrace.

-abha mehra