Perfect strangers


A meeting in the
crowd
A face, new to see
A sweet remembrance
of an acquaintance lost
and
A strong urge
for the one to be ..

A despairing hope
for the inhibitions
to give way
Mind wary of
implications
should
things not fall
to play
Heart ready for
intervention,
redeeming
all strategies
to hay

The bright smile
to lighten the mood,
A quiet thought
what words to use
Strangers
carry not perceptions
but restraint
Two minds
wary or
temptations
perplexed by the gaze

Eye to eye
and
ear to ear
Counting the trickling
minutes
Foraying into perils
of abstract fear

A silent prayer
before the numbness is fought
A last reverie of
where semblance
is sought
Clarity
and
confession
of what all its
going to be ..
A march
towards discernment
remainder of which
are a heap
of afterthoughts

A trickle of sweat
on the skin,
A layer of hope
making its way,
melting all thats static
and withheld,
opening up
the way

Can thoughts exchange
before words do ?
Can we not remain
like a couple on the
planet of few ?
Does the tingling
sound of euphoria
remain till the aura's
uncurtained ?

Would you wait
till I answer them for myself,
and get back to you ?

In a world,but
there are no strangers
No matter how circumspect
they'd term me, to you

So I assume,
you're as bewildered
as I'm for a cue
Why, sadly then
are we both
sharing this view,
this reigning discomfort
and yet not
break to truth ?

The uneasiness
is the beginning,
what's unraveling is the view ..

'Hi !
So where were we ?
'Just where I left my thoughts,
and decided .. '

Can a discussion obtain
without any further ado ..?