Ain't we left alone
In this fast changing world
Despite having a number of relations
We are helpless in finding connections.
We have family
But hardly do we have any familiarity
To share our life's bad and good
Or to bear worst of our mood.
We have home
But we are homeless within
As what we call home
Is just a place which defines our identity
Not our existence.
We have friends
But we can hardly share our heart out
Because of the fear of getting hurt or exposed.
With the increase in medium of communication
We are short of matter and person.
In this aloud world
The only thing everyone needs is to be heard
But unfortunately
Nobody intends to listen.
She too wanted to speak
If not much, at least bleak.
She wanted to tell about
SO many things around
About how she felt
Of things she could never reveal.
We talk about business deals
But isn't it important to know what one feels?
She wanted to express
To unladen the burden she carried of stress.
Are you interested in listening to her?
Only if you don't mind and find yourself free.
But i guess you are already occupied
In your own world highly unsatisfied.
I am sorry that i wasted your precious time
You yourself doesn't happy seem
And bothering you about her happiness
Would be no less than a crime
Because basically you also seem to be
On the same plane.
And there she was again
Everything to lose and nothing to gain
All alone amidst the crowd
With many people around
But in reality
None to be found.
She was getting more impatient
Tears have taken the place of expression
Her heart sinking again
Like she was never alive.
The entire incident came across her mind
Peace and happiness she could no longer find.
She peeped outside the window
And shouted a frustrated Hello
There was no response
Except for the echo of her own voice
Returning from the void of darkness
And reminding her of the own emptiness.
She slammed her hand on the table
Finding herself restless and uncomfortable.
Something got knocked down in this fight
She looked under the table only to find a knife
She got reminded of the torments
She had been going through
In the past, present and
May be the future awaits even worse
Those filthy touch and insulting eyes
Was it all she had in her life
And then she decided to end it all
Because she couldn't find another way
To deal with this befall.
She couldn't find anyone to walk
Freely or at least over a walk.
"I wish I had somebody
Life,then, would not have been a tragedy
The unspoken and unexpressed words
Would not have suffocated me to death."
With these final words
On her mind
She slit her hand with the knife
Setting herself free from the
Busy and self centered life
And yet another precious soul
Had to leave this world of mask and foul.
In this fast changing world
Despite having a number of relations
We are helpless in finding connections.
We have family
But hardly do we have any familiarity
To share our life's bad and good
Or to bear worst of our mood.
We have home
But we are homeless within
As what we call home
Is just a place which defines our identity
Not our existence.
We have friends
But we can hardly share our heart out
Because of the fear of getting hurt or exposed.
With the increase in medium of communication
We are short of matter and person.
In this aloud world
The only thing everyone needs is to be heard
But unfortunately
Nobody intends to listen.
She too wanted to speak
If not much, at least bleak.
She wanted to tell about
SO many things around
About how she felt
Of things she could never reveal.
We talk about business deals
But isn't it important to know what one feels?
She wanted to express
To unladen the burden she carried of stress.
Are you interested in listening to her?
Only if you don't mind and find yourself free.
But i guess you are already occupied
In your own world highly unsatisfied.
I am sorry that i wasted your precious time
You yourself doesn't happy seem
And bothering you about her happiness
Would be no less than a crime
Because basically you also seem to be
On the same plane.
And there she was again
Everything to lose and nothing to gain
All alone amidst the crowd
With many people around
But in reality
None to be found.
She was getting more impatient
Tears have taken the place of expression
Her heart sinking again
Like she was never alive.
The entire incident came across her mind
Peace and happiness she could no longer find.
She peeped outside the window
And shouted a frustrated Hello
There was no response
Except for the echo of her own voice
Returning from the void of darkness
And reminding her of the own emptiness.
She slammed her hand on the table
Finding herself restless and uncomfortable.
Something got knocked down in this fight
She looked under the table only to find a knife
She got reminded of the torments
She had been going through
In the past, present and
May be the future awaits even worse
Those filthy touch and insulting eyes
Was it all she had in her life
And then she decided to end it all
Because she couldn't find another way
To deal with this befall.
She couldn't find anyone to walk
Freely or at least over a walk.
"I wish I had somebody
Life,then, would not have been a tragedy
The unspoken and unexpressed words
Would not have suffocated me to death."
With these final words
On her mind
She slit her hand with the knife
Setting herself free from the
Busy and self centered life
And yet another precious soul
Had to leave this world of mask and foul.
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