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Stranger

I want the roads unknown

I want the faces unfamiliar

I want the directions lost

I want to be a stranger


I want the people unkind

I want the vendors rude

I want the wallet empty

I want free food


I want to dance on the road

I want to sing in a bus

I want to roam about free

I want to be a stranger


I want to be a stranger- in my own world

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Pallav said…
ah, which road are you dacing on and at what time? :)

wait! you are a stranger! Who are you?

HA HA.

FTW!

N
July 19, 2008 at 10:21 PM
ANC said…
I like how simple it is. Almost like a nursery rhyme for adults :)
July 22, 2008 at 6:45 AM
Comfortably Numb said…
Free-willed simple writing :)
I would have like the end more if it was more elaborate :)

Cheers!
July 30, 2008 at 12:38 PM
Rex Venom said…
You write of the Path.
The wanderer will know the Way.
And no one stays a stranger when your mind sees the All.
um,
yeah
Rock on!
August 2, 2008 at 4:36 AM
Anonymous said…
vadhiya likya hai yar
mehak
August 7, 2008 at 8:30 PM
The Crazy Apothecary said…
Ahem Ahem! Let me give u company.. Strangers can eventually become friends,we'll probably go dancing n singing in the rain, on the same road!!! :D
August 13, 2008 at 2:29 AM
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