anushka_d's Saved Poems

He feels like a Known Stranger to me,
Yes, the words Known and Stranger
stand at the two ends of the world
staring at each other with agony;
But the two ends of the string has found
each other's ends surprisingly
and He feels like a Known...

She sits at the window all alone
under the bright, glowing day-light.
Waiting for the kids to return from school,
and fill her house with joyful smiles.
They are not her own kids
But the kids of her neighbors
Whose moms have gone to work,
...