February 21, 2008

ode to a stranger...

today she thought of him again,
the stranger who had walked in long ago...
made life beautiful and the world seem bright,
each day she would love him a little more...

and as the days turned into years,
she wished then,it would last forever...
she thought that stranger would never leave,
and today she knows there's nothing called 'never'...

those days she wept and cried no end,
cos he wasent there to catch her fall...
but today she knows she was being naive,
inevitable it was,he was a stranger afterall!!

maybe there was some purpose to it all,
maybe he was to stay only a season...
maybe she was far too hurt to reflect,
and so her heart refused to see reason...

he perhaps was there to prove to her,
that life was and would never be kind...
but survive she must and dare to dream,
they may shatter but she shouldent mind...

perhaps he was there to teach her,
that love can sometimes be a dangerous vice...
that she gotta be ready for the hardest blow,
cos even friends can be strangers in disguise...

perhaps he was there to make her stronger,
so to cross those miles alone,she may know...
never to walk blindfolded with anyone ever,
depending on them for the path to show...

so today she wants to thank that stranger,
for proving her wrong in every way...
for killing her slowly but surely,
yet making her stronger with each coming day...

21 comments:

IncorrigibleV said...

omg omg that was stunning!!!
i keep wondering when i'll ever be able to write like that...
take care sweets :)

Anonymous said...

stranger is a stranger, unknown and forgotten....fade out his memories doc outta your system.......

right away!!

Junius said...

liked that...getting on top hehe :D!!

Sam said...

"nothing lasts forever in the cold November rain!!!" Dats what Axel Rose crooned in the song November Rain by Guns n' Roses!!!

Rambler said...

Somehow I seem to be failing to agree to this, killing and making stronger both at once?.. I feel the ability to withstand something can come either by hard work and care or by adversity. But will the repercussions of both be the same?, just wondering..

sorry went off the track..

nice thought provoking poetry

Amit Charles said...

Even those who limp go not backward.
- Kahlil Gibran (From the book The Prophet)

Keep it rollin;)

Anonymous said...

“What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.” <~~ Lord Byron

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't<~~Mark Twain

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. ...To live is to be slowly born..It is not strange ... to mistake change for progress..... and if You think it is all a matter of love the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is...


Thanks
A Germ

Cosmic Joy said...

I like the way you are defending the hurt caused by your stranger. There is a word for it: love :) Take care and be strong!

maverick said...

nice piece of writing doc..

well life start with strangers..that is the principle of life..each electron.proton.neutron is a stranger to each other but they still exist as an atom...

i wrote this..n its pretty much true :)

Sameera Ansari said...

That was so well written girl!

I could so relate to this.Trust me,one day there will come another stranger who will never ever let you fall and make you believe in "forever"

TC.Cheers!

Mez said...

Pri it seems like you just wrote this for me.It fits the bill exactly.

:) :(

Great poem..loved it.

gypsy said...

beautifully composed...

Anonymous said...

everyone is not the same pri...
it is not fair of her to make others pay the price of one strangers deeds....

Anonymous said...

please check you mailbox for my mail
i hope after reading it this time u would accept my friendship request...
it has been pending since 07 lady! :(

Anonymous said...

gud lines....

kyamaloom said...

Good hai! :) :(

Anonymous said...

r u ok doc?

Pri said...

@ all
sorry guys...was a lil busy ..so couldent reply to ur comments...

take care!

Anonymous said...

I know this, and I think this is true too..

but damn Pri, how do u get this poems tick?

they strike the right chord.. and the rhythm too.

loved it yaar!

Ankur said...

@Pri
When ppl r hurt n disppointed, they hit the right chord while cryin out with their heart!!!

Hope dis is not u...

Amen!!!

Dr Roshan Radhakrishnan said...

brilliant brilliant brilliant post