With life, ready to retire,
Waiting to get cozy,
With those distant howls of jealousy,
And the twilight of reminiscent.
Umpteen attempts of climbing ladders,
And escaping the snake bites,
Raising suns, and sunny afternoons later
Here I welcome the dark stranger,
Right into my life.
A known stranger from yesterday,
Unknown to the morrow.
Guys I am back doing my sunday scribblings after a gap of about 3 weeks, it feels good to be back to doing things which I like, and one of which happens to be squeezing in stuff into 55 words, here goes my attempt at the prompt “stranger”. One thing though, I am not sure if I wrote this keeping in mind the stranger to be ‘a night’ or ‘the death’, let me know what you guys make of it.