Sitting alone amidst everyone,
Responding to them without any motion.
Sitting alone on a cheerful day,
Pondering over the things coming in the way.
Sitting alone gazing at the sky,
Foolishly asking myself the reason to “WHY”.
Sitting alone counting the stars,
Brushing away the tears
now leaving the scars.
Sitting alone under heavy shower,
Recalling the memories we had one hour.
Sitting alone with a pen in my hand,
Pouring my heart out, with a wish of forgetting the pain.
Sitting alone thinking just about a few,
Want to sit ever alone now,
Perhaps that's how I can spend some moments again with you.
When I Was Young...
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When I was young
I wanted to be in the city
Crowded places
Lots of faces
Dreamt of skyscrapers
And of busy streets
Cramped rooms
Days go vroom
It appear...
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