This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 31; the thirty-first edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is ‘Strangers in the Night’

The raindrops glissades on the window panes
and so did my musings waxes and wanes….
Children on the streets in tattered clothes ,
trickling tears on their cheeks with urge of repose
and heart blazed with beaming hope
Shall come – Strangers in the night
and life will be a perky bite…..
love disappears , relation cleaves,
feeling shattered ,heart grieves,
but still blazed with beaming hope
Shall come-  Strangers in the night
and life will surely be on cloud nine…..
the wrinkled skin- primps, preens,smirks and smile,
sudden stop at old age home , all lost in a while,
but still blazed with beaming hope ..
Shall come –  Strangers in the night
and life will be a pie in the sky….
muddling mind ,stirring soul
lurking dreams,aphonic lure
all puddles and what is poured ?
A STRANGER who is wished to come in the night 
to  make life a chimerical paradise…
                           ….chimerical paradise….chimerical paradise..

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  1. Man! I had to refer to the dictionary so many times. You have great vocab.

    Very nice poem. Though some of the words were a bit above my head, I was able to get the hanf of it. However, I did not get the issue in the last stanza. Please elaborate. Sorry. Asking a writer to explain his work is bad.. but I want to understand this beautiful peom word-to-word.

    • First off Welcome to my blog and next I sincereley apologize that u were perplexed after reading my poetry…I need to keep a check from next time..
      Now as far as the last stanza is considered..It was a simple definition of a “stranger”(prayers +thoughts+dreams+feelings churned together and an image is created )…
      when one is in any sort of difficulty knowingly or unknowingly one starts praying ,either with words or just with feelings expecting some miracle to happen ,expecting somone to come and sort the things to simplify the equation of life…That is how I tried defining the starnger…
      I am really not sure If I have been able to convey it correctly….do let me know if the confusion is still there..

      Tons of thanks for a wonderful comment..I shall look forward for more ..

      • Buddy! You must be crazy if you’re thinking you lacked something. Everybody in the room understands except me… so – this is where the fault lies. In fact, I realize, I have been behaving dumb on a number of posts this BAT.

        I get your last stanza now… and I think the poem is even more beautiful. Kaise likhte ho yaar?? 😛

        Another thing – your blog layout and template is very neat. I really felt nice visiting the page.

        have a good day. 🙂

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