THE STRANGER

 The stranger……



We all know of a stranger becoming a friend..

But what when a friend becomes a stranger.

We turn back the tides of time,

Or walk backwards the steps we took,

To bridge the distance between hearts-

That now stands apart.

We undo the promises we swore 

Or un-share the secrets we told.

The look in the eyes , or the smile in the lips, 

That once unraveled the world,

We go past by as if now it holds no worth.

You know you still talk, you still greet

You still meet,

But never like before.

For you have made walls, high enough

That mars the bond you shared,

The friendship you cared,

Maybe it took a moment, or days or months-

But you have already bottled up

All the feelings and emotions you bore

And floated it far ashore,

And then when you see him ,

Maybe after days , months or years,

Although your eyes want to well up with tears,

All you do care is that a stranger lies in front of you there.

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