Tuesday 12 September 2017

Being a stranger...

Am I just a name? Or just me what they see?
Or a stranger to the way they know?
Am I just what seemingly I am—in life and beyond?
Or just a few footprints on my walk
On a path lost forever in a meadow unknown?
Am I a soul, far away from life’s roll—
Stuck onto a changeless boll—
Like an unnamed flower in an unknown knoll?
Or a path never walked before, yet awaiting,
Or a dream forsaken in dreamer’s eyes, yet shining,
Or a trampled hope in a frozen cell, yet undying?
Maybe there is a beauty—a beauty forever—
In being a stranger to the way they know
Or to me or to what seemingly I am.
Am I just a few senses that paint me as I am,
Of unchained thoughts of defeats and scars,
Of motion stalled and stymied wars,
Of glorious triumphs and crowned stars?
Or are they just what I lose, one by one,
In becoming a stranger to what they see in me—
To me or what seemingly I am.
Perhaps, there is a beauty—a beauty forever—
Of knowing the way I become a stranger to me
Of becoming a stranger to the way I know myself
Of refining an image of being a stranger within—
To myself indeed—or the way they see,
Or what seemingly I am—in life and beyond.

2 comments:

  1. Sir, I am in are of your writing :)!Such a beautiful way to describe every Soul's journey ....we are all indeed strangers to our own selves... And to the way they all know as well...And as you say perhaps there is a beauty in being and continue to be estranged!!

    I also tumbled upon your travelogues and loved your descriptive nature treks in the lap of Himalayas.... I left few comments there but I am not sure you access that blog of yours anymore... Do keep posting your travelogues sir... Please do restart posting them... They are all so beautifully described... Someday someone like me will read them and virtually feel one with nature and your travel locales if not anything else :)!

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  2. Your words are truly inspiring....your expressions on my other blog have also been published...will attempt to instill life to the travel blog...my regards

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