Most of the time it didn’t matter at all!
When you blabber to me
I would smile at you
And would dream of beautiful thoughts unspoken
By strangers.
But this time
You uttered something beautiful
And I felt frustrated,
By the thought of possibility of fantasizing
Strangers no more!
And then I got pacified
When it occurred that
Things have that lingering enchantment
Only in the hands of strangers
Distant, unknown and less familiar!
They would start “blabber”
Just like “you”
When they are no more strangers!
