A Stranger, Yet Mine

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

A Stranger, Yet Mine

Sanjay Singh

A Stranger, Yet Mine

This season breathes in hushed perfumes,

the night wears silence like a veil of stars,

our lips forget the language of sound,

yet silence begins to weave its tale.

Your eyes—two lamps in the darkness—

speak like rivers breaking their banks,

my heart, once a closed chamber,

now opens like a rose touched by dawn.

We met where time bent into a curve,

leaving behind the noise of the world,

two shadows walking with beating caravans,

toward a horizon unnamed, unseen.

You were a stranger, as was I,

yet in your smile, I heard forgotten songs,

as if eternity whispered, here she is,

the soul my soul has been waiting for.

Like twin flames caught in the same wind,

we wandered, nameless, yet complete,

as if destiny had painted our hearts

on the same unfinished canvas of love.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh