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Stranger

Tonight, I want to fall in love with a stranger.

A stranger. Maybe I will find her on the lanes I walk, or somewhere near the highway coffee shop.
I want to catch hold of her, and talk to her about life, about love. I want to talk to her about my ambivalent days and my stressful, yet peaceful nights. I want to talk to her about my last love poem when I don’t believe in love.

I want to talk to her about god, being an atheist. I want to tell her how much I adore tattoos and how much I want to travel the world. I want to know her idea of favourite countries and maybe I add that up in my list being the reason. I want to be hers now. Only hers ‘now’.

I want her to know how much I want her to be a part of me. I want to lie down on the grass with her counting stars and see if the number matches. I want to fall for her and make her fall for me just for once. Just for the moment.

I want her to figure out how chaotic I sound. I want her to tell me how cluttered or how sorted she finds my life to be. I want to be all 'hers’. I want to love her with everything for a day. Because after that, we might not meet.

I want her to carry all those conversations we exchanged, all those moments we shared and all those little things that she found eerie. Maybe, I would write poems later on herself. Would pen down some impeccable words describing her.

As it being a perpetual end. I wonder I would find her somewhere in the world, recognising the cologne she once wore.

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©Vanza Vishal

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