A Humble Stranger

Jogging on the roadside, With my friends at my side. He moves every inch with us... I almost forget we were four. Seeing him as one; we discuss Along the line to the very core Before I knew he was a stranger, He has turned out a humble words exchanger. "What's your name?" He asked diligently. "What's your aim?" I replied bluntly. I know you feel dismayed. Notwithstanding, I am for peace. So; be unafraid, Set aside your earpiece And give ears to me, My words with a straight face. Pasting all the copied pleasant words Into my ears like songs of birds Pleasing to the heart every dawn of the day, Hardly could I get away from his voice culture Painting itself raw on the blank vacant space of my mind Loom up with the best attar of roses. Allover me again and again till my withered flowers grow kind. Considering him a different vulture Not to feed on carrion and fly away Coming up roses with bared teeth for another tease... But I sensed he would love it a game Or see me behind the times-- Telling him I will think well of it So that he won't see it as endgame. Though, the well-intentioned untruth, I've a heart-stirring permit Of one's own free will beyond wildest dreams And set a match to my pun As we smile and stun Through the narrow hole of my ears, His running thought beautifies the flowering moment. Through the shady words in cool paints, Filling the widened path to hold my breath. Where sunny days hid afar in our accoutrements, The hot weather foaming to worm the family birth... If we won't only do it for fun and disappear Between the thin lines of complaints. Someone I never think of, Is now the reason I uncontrollably laugh. For the silent moment easily pictures, His unrelenting acts decently packaged which bathe me Romantically thinking of our future, Praying and working to make it be The richly blessed one absorbed in friendship. Down the line against all hardships. Yet, for all these I never let go of laughter Whenever I remember The awesome pictures of all the tease You planted into my head And the zeal of beads around my waist well thread. In which I film You as the humble stranger Who purposefully endanger Peace of love into my dream