I know you
I know you
I know your eyes
But i don't know
Who you are now
Who i am now
But i know you
Know you
From a different time
A time
when paddies adorned fields
Unlike now
When bodies and shells of loved ones adorn them.
Skies rain .
Not blood .
But the waters running are full of them.
Bloody scarlet streams.
An earring in the mud
Its pair nowhere to be found.
Broken bangels.
footprints
Erased slowly
By the pouring rain
But the scent of blood lingers
Lingers in the air.
Sadness ,grief , loss mixed together.
Borders.
Separating .
Lines carelessly drawn on paper.
A careless line that is now my reality.
One step behind
My home that is no longer mine
One step ahead
Is land that they say is my new home
Which shall i choose
Why
Why
Should i have to choose??
Why.
Lines drawn .
That separate me and you.
Why does it matter
I am lost
And so are you
Aimlessly wandering
Glassy eyes looking at the distance
Borders.
Border they're called.
Lost in our different worlds.
Across borders
Hands reaching out
Yet the same
We pass by each other
I do not stop
Neither do you
You don't turn back
And neither do i
You are not a stranger
But yet you are.
A stranger i know .
A stranger.
And i the same to you
A stranger
A person
A human
Just walking
Walking in life
Carrying forward
Stranger
A stranger With
shoulders sagging
with unseen burden.
A stranger whose eyes hold a hundred stories .
Stories of pain of joy of grief.
Stories for which neither you or i
Have time for.
Stranger.
Nothing but strangers passing each other by.
I stand and see .
See so many different stories.
With no one to hear them.
I want to listen.
Listen to each and every one .
But i cannot.
I alone cannot.
So many eyes.
With so many tales.
So much life.
So much death.
Such ignorance.
Such hate.
And their victims.
Strangers whose eyes gleam with unheard stories.
- Laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
