Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Finding myself

Who am I and what I am are two separate parts of me

which I have lost in the crowd of faces surrounding me,

in this overpopulated but lonely city.

When I try to find them again and put together the pieces of life.

I find myself staring at the swarm of sad and sunken faces

lined with worries moving on endlessly

with purpose but without a trace of joy.

I realise, I can never be a part of this procession

of heartless collection where individuality is laughed upon

and when you stand up, you are marked.

I cannot change them, bring smile to their faces .

They have consigned themselves to this perpetual misery.

It's better to move on in life , there are better places to stay.

1 comment:

  1. very well written ..sir...truly admire ur thoughts...!!