Poetry: Stranger

I was sitting one day at a mall doing a project and, mostly, staring at nothing. I began to be fascinated with people. I looked at them and started thinking to myself about what they could possibly be thinking.

And then I saw this man, seemed to be wandering or waiting for someone. He was rather cute, I admit, so as usual, I began to fantasize – a normal girl’s fantasy. As I was going deeper into my imagination, rhymes began to flood into my thought as well.

This piece was the result. Its a very recent work – a very random one at that. I think, there’s not a day when I go out to the malls nowadays, that a stranger would come up to me, talk to me like they know me all their lives, or simply just smile and stare at me like I have mud all over my body. Sometimes it annoys me, but other times, it just fascinates me.

July 20, 2011
I stare at the open space between us
Looking at you from a greater distance
Wondering if I’ll ever have you
A stranger I never knew

You glanced this way – but it wasn’t to me
You’re waiting for someone – that’s obvious I see
Still I wonder if I’ll be one of the few
Of the strangers you never knew

Its always funny how people react
To this infatuation – frivolous act
Thinking its fine to mingle anew
To strangers they never knew

I know this is a little bit emotion-less and so random but I believe its never too wrong to say what’s on my mind, right? Or, write, what’s on my mind. 🙂

I am Jena, an experienced content creator, who is passionate about travel, health and wellness, and fashion. I'm an avid traveler and digital nomad, who loves to craft and sew and who has some IT background. I aspire to help others with 'no niche' online find their voice and just express themselves. 

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