Strange are they..

Strange are they.. 
Those who let themselves be an open book,
and let others  write on them, even if it hurts..

those not vulnerable,not afraid ,..

’ready to face it  whatever may come’  

those  willing to fall into the same hot water again 

despite being burnt ruthless .

those who  fear not losing ..

and like the phoenix,

those who can put themselves back together

after shattering into a thousand pieces.

those who would'nt let their self feel low ,

even before their own judgements..

those who never have to pretend anything,

nor ever had to compare with anybody..

those who are humane yet not

chanting the religions..

those ,if any, who never felt  like

 undoing  any instance of their life.

those who would’nt mind being ruined disastrously,

 by those they  deeply love..

those who dare to take 
the difficult road..

strange are they..