My wayfaring soul likes to roam in sky full of stars
To wander through celestial bodies
It was during such voyage
Or should I say lucid dreams that I met my familiar stranger
We encountered twice
The other day he was a lover, in whose arms I melted by the immense love beaming through him.
This time, the breezing wave of my explicit dreams made me see a hint of concern in his eyes, an exigency to downreach my tribulation.
My visiting stranger, does not seem to be a stranger.
- Navkiran Johal
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