Stranger

I fight a stranger,

there’s an i within me,

whom i don’t know…

Never met him,

but he’s there…

Silent,queer,

like a drop of dew,

Nascent…

Reflection of me

that doesn’t resemble me,

is the stranger whom i fight…

The stranger sings

songs of life,

The picture of sunrise

can his eyes paint,

even through

the darkest of nights…

The optimist within me

dares to dream,

innocent his thoughts,

The stranger within me…..

The stranger fears no foe,

but friends…

Silence his only weakness,

Loneliness his only strength…

His only companion is time,

the force he fears

beyond thee and life….

An unread book

is the stranger within me…..

How i see him??

I don’t!

He’s a feeling,

an emotion,

a solitary soul….

Only mistake he cries for,

is the love that was true,

Killed,

for reasons he hides….

I know not much of this stranger

whom i fight….

Yet i know so much,

to know that he’s alive….

The stranger i fight,

is no stranger at all

The stranger is “I”….

-Ashk