posted on http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=54462 a very long time ago and forgotten about it till my good friend Fayyaz sent me the link.
the stranger
( i )
the silent whispers of the ghosts that do not exist
stir me from my sleep
how is it that the gentle caress of slumber
kisseth not these dreams away
words. they befoul my soul
i have vowed not to speak to you anymore
you can not converse in two languages
pardon me if i have forgotten yours
what is there in names anyway
i can call you my murderer too
so mesmerised by the division
i forgot what it divided
the line grew larger with each step
and finally engulfed me
there was no darkness before there was light
a shadow creeps slowly to the door
the room is empty as it peeks in
there is someone following it
it turns to see its master right behind
only slaves cry for freedom and sometimes
philosophers
i looked hard at the reflected face
and recognized the stranger
the dim light was not enough
though it wasn't the first time
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