That hazy guy
The crowd was a hundred thousand strong,
And yet he felt he was alone,
It all seemed so wrong,
The root cause of the feeling, remained unknown.
There were a few whom he called friends
And a handful were there with him, in the crowd,
But not one who comprehends
His silence that was so loud!
Half of them weren’t bothered
The others simply didn’t know what had changed.
The ones who understood him, were far
Some just in the context of distance
Some, just a blissful friendship gone sour.
Although it seemed like it was, it wasn’t reluctance
That stopped him from pouring out to the ones near him
Nor was it about trust
He knew, some structures built with strongest iron beam
And expected to be indestructible, would wither away with rust.
He knew, that some things can’t be explained,
And to some people, they’re better left that way,
Because the feeling that was worse than feeling void,
Was waiting for the person, that walked away!
So he treaded alone for he knew it’d help him survive,
But he was so lost in the void, he kept asking himself,
“Am I alive ?”
Raghavendra B S