Lovers & Strangers

This poem is part of The Love Collection, an anthology by Destiny to Write Publications. The free e-book can be downloaded by visiting the link below

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All lovers are strangers once, caught in vortex of time

Walking same roads, drinking coffee from roadside cafés

Riding buses, buying books, strolling on promenade

Dancing nights away with a bunch of friends

Confusing lust with love, desire with passion

In a sea of strangers, how lovers find their lost half?

My guess is as good as yours

Is it an instinct or a primeval code

Imbedded in minds and souls
Endure onslaught of countless lifetimes.

Love can be baffling as it is exasperating

Long before it begins to feel any good

It is like a thirst that won’t go away no matter what

Or how much you drink

Heart tethered to gathering storm ready to burst any moment

Hazarding broken heart, shattered dreams, disillusionment

Some strangers step out of matrix

Open their hearts to love and hurt

Willingly burn at stake to strip off all trappings

 And become lovers they always meant to be

Soul Speak

I am not the only one living in

Crumbling sand castle I carry on my shoulders

Several people keep walking in and out

Speaking in voices louder than my own

They move the furniture around

Rearrange my thoughts for me

Tell me what to feel

How to act or react

I get crowded in my own dwelling

Pushed around, manhandled, talked down

Made to feel redundant, almost an intruder

Someone entirely dispensable

I often struggle to find my feet and voice

To be heard and seen

My only solace is impermanence

Nothing has lasted forever, nothing will

Crumbling maybe, but it’s my abode

I have lasted longer than all those

Soul suckers with trampling feet

Last word will always be mine.