Dear stranger

Dear stranger,

Don't you think

How beautifully cruel

This fragile existence so called life

That cannot be even called an existence

But a term that explains us 

Like an ill-fitting shoe is?

When you are walking through

A dark alley with prayers and an umbrella

Under a clear pastel sky of the first hour,

You come across a sickly cat darker than night itself.

And clutching your umbrella harder,

These prayers slip from your fingers.

Lost beliefs whisper the brightening ether

Clearing into the specks of misery inks

Is just an illusion of the final hour

And the invisible dark rain is just a step afar.

So you try to chase the cat away

Hoping that this dusk wont be an another night

But it leads you into the main street of light

And once you look up, the blooming dawn whispers‐-

It never left your side like an unfinished play of time.

But for the cat all this never mattered

Because the light never reached its fur, dark and dirty,

And before you could even bat an eye

It was already on its way leaving you to your life.

Dont you think

Just how brutally kind this fragility is?