Strangers

When strangers knock on the doors of life.
A few minutes.
And then the visitors leave,
No longer strangers.
They cascade into your life like the tumultuous brook.
And leave, ending a sojourn when it began.
When has the brook stopped for his creator!
And the brook flows
Sucking your heart into its whirlpool
And then spitting it onto the wayside rocks.
Wringing your heart of all emotion.
But leaving etched all its vibrancy and tumult
And a few seconds that last many eons.
Unfinished pastiches.
Truncated Elysiums.
Strangers loved and estranged.
And you leave them as they leave you.
Like moving scenes you witness
Out of the window of a speeding train;
Drifting flotsams of wrecked hearts,
And they remain in your mind; unevanescent brilliant flashes.
The moments all frozen into a crystalline time form,
The warmth of emotion betwixt them flowing
Through the unmeltable ice
Percolating into your heart.
Depositing three teary drops of pearls
In a corner of your eye.
…Making you cry.

- posted by Dileepan @ 1:37:00 am

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