Obsessed with a stranger
When one becomes a stranger for oneself....
And lost in someone else....
I am lost too
In haste and madness
I am fighting to search myself
Like a lunatic searching...
For the lost coins in a mob....
And I am worried
Like people living on the seashore.....
In the midst of a frightful night....
Asking their dear ones to be watchful....
Of the callous wind and flood of the sea....
Such are the memories of strange people
Yet we love them...
Strange people who comes to mind...
Like uninvited guests...
To cause a stir yet make us immortal
Strange is the relationship of strangers....
(F. Gul, 5th of March, 2009, London)
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