Stranger staring at me....

Ever been followed by stranger's eyes, intrigued by some?

When you are at battle within, when you know not the next step and know not whom to reach out.... When you get a glimpse of someone silently watching you and you want to hang on to the hope it gives.... For ease of narration, I put in here, a girl who has lost all her past,but still holding on to memories, finding it hard to move on....

Stranger staring at me....
no word you speak,
nor a signal for me,
at your life to peek....

is that my hair I brushed aside?
or is it my restless stride?
either ways, am on the move.....
but holding on to me is your eyes!

Am I to turn around and smile......
or bury the thought and walk a mile?
either ways, am on the move....
but holding on to me is your eyes!

You sit there, with my mind u fiddle,
While I ponder to solve the riddle....
A step back or ahead,
Unable to decide, I close my eyes!

The sting is too much to handle,
an old wound, that is yet to settle....
I better be on the move,
for it all started with beholding eyes!

Stranger staring at me.....
causing memories to wreak....
And all that the past has given to me,
Has left me bleak!

Stranger staring at me....

strings are now entangled,
If life throws a chance at me,
Who am I to not have a peek!