Staring At Strangers Online

Here’s a short poetic piece inspired by : "The Unseen Gallery"

And still I stare—not rude, but human— a quiet spy, a clumsy student. For in your walk, your scar, your yawn, I glimpse the light I’ve never drawn. Staring at Strangers

A furrowed brow, a bitten lip, a wedding ring’s faint silver slip. A child’s torn shoe, a soldier’s limp, a gaze that wanders, lost and dim. Here’s a short poetic piece inspired by :

On the train, in the square, through rain-washed glass or summer air, I trace the maps of stranger-faces— each one a door to hidden places. but human— a quiet spy