લાઈબ્રેરી
પ્રોફાઈલ
An Ode To A Stranger
An Ode To A Stranger
To someone
Whose existence never bothered me
Neither did I know your name
Nor did I stress myself for that.
Your presence was like
That of an ephemeral
Whose ubiquity doesn't matter
Always in a state of quiescence.
Yet, I sit with
A piece of paper and a pen
To picturize you
With my not so perfect words.
Still, I obsess about you
To discover you more and more
Ignoring the supramundane world
My mind flutters over you.
When encountered with a blank paper
I stand amidst strangers
An unveiling wringer in my heart and mind
Blanketed with numbness
As I am afraid to talk to you.
Why it is awkward to talk to you?
Much onerous to sketch you
Blurred vision and a void mind
Although you exist in the globe of mine.
Still, I love to write about you
I love talking to you
Although our conversation is all silent
Please let me write about you.
After all,
A writer's mind is always occupied by strangers.
