Jogging on the roadside,  
With my friends at my side. 
He moves every inch with us... 
I almost forget we were four. 
Seeing him as one; we discuss
Along the line to the very core
Before I knew he was a stranger, 
He has turned out a humble words exchanger.

"What's your name?"
He asked diligently. 
"What's your aim?"
I replied bluntly. 
I know you feel dismayed. 
Notwithstanding, I am for peace. 
So; be unafraid, 
Set aside your earpiece  
And give ears to me, 
My words with a straight face.

Pasting all the copied pleasant words
Into my ears like songs of birds
Pleasing to the heart every dawn of the day, 
Hardly could I get away from his voice culture 
Painting itself raw on the blank vacant space of my mind
Loom up with the best attar of roses. 
Allover me again and again till my withered flowers grow kind. 
Considering him a different vulture 
Not to feed on carrion and fly away 
Coming up roses with bared teeth for another tease...

But I sensed he would love it a game 
Or see me behind the times--
Telling him I will think well of it
So that he won't see it as endgame.  
Though, the well-intentioned untruth, I've a heart-stirring permit 
Of one's own free will beyond wildest dreams 
And set a match to my pun 
As we smile and stun

Through the narrow hole of my ears, 
His running thought beautifies the flowering moment. 
Through the shady words in cool paints, 
Filling the widened path to hold my breath. 
Where sunny days hid afar in our accoutrements, 
The hot weather foaming to worm the family birth... 
If we won't only do it for fun and disappear
Between the thin lines of complaints.

Someone I never think of, 
Is now the reason I uncontrollably laugh. 
For the silent moment easily pictures, 
His unrelenting acts decently packaged  which bathe me 
Romantically thinking of our future, 
Praying and working to make it be 
The richly blessed one absorbed in friendship. 
Down the line against all hardships.

Yet, for all these 
I never let go of laughter 
Whenever I remember 
The awesome pictures of all the tease 
You planted into my head 
And the zeal of beads around my waist well thread. 
In which I film 
You as the humble stranger 
Who purposefully endanger 
Peace of love into my dream