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The Stranger in a Familiar world!
We often think that we live in a familiar world
Without a spoken word
We feel and see and touch and feel
And yet there is nothing left but our weary feet
Walking like ghosts of the past
We think we know everything of the present and the past
Strangely we dont
When I see a stranger , walking on the road
My car whizzing past on the familiar road
I feel the stranger is familar just as the road
And when I meet a familiar person
I wonder if its the same person
The familiar then becomes the stranger
And the stranger becomes the familiar
And I wonder if I got it all wrong
Like the road unfamiliar, did I get it all wrong ?
We sometimes think that the most familiar
is the stranger
And the stranger is the most familiar
We then hate the familiar
and love the stranger
As my car whizzes past I look into the rear view mirror
I realise that I give the power to the familiar
To hurt and to cut and to burn me
Atleast I dont give the power to the stranger
To hurt and to cut and to burn me
Its better to know the stranger in the familiar
Then to know the familiar in the stranger
And my car moves on..
Keeping my faith in human beings on...
Until I hurt and cut and burn again......
And I meet the stranger in the familiar again!
Parag Shah
October 2012
