Because, sometimes
I dwell in the silence,
In that lone corner of the stranded street
under the flickering fluorescent light,
As the leaves ruffle
in the cold winter breeze,
I ponder over what could have been
while the world fades away.
The stars shine in its glory
hidden behind the dark clouds,
Their stories hopeful, yet unheard,
in the unwavering epiphany
Of the dimly lit night sky.
A million whys, a millions whats
a collection of never ending questions
like the stars in the sky.
Perhaps, they want to be left alone
Like that shadow under the stale light.
Perhaps, they were meant to be alone
Like the night on new moon day.
I would never admit it, but it is never easy. To be that alone, let me rephrase, to be pushing everyone. I have somehow managed to push more people away than I would like to think I would have brought closer. Come to think of it, I don’t think I am not that close to anyone. I have heard someone say that they felt pity when they saw me sitting alone. Little do they know, I chose that. However, it is not something that I had wanted but it is something that has sort of become my sustenance. While this has never been the goal, but things do happen, and how much ever someone tries to justify that things happen for a reason, I constantly fail to understand the reason, i.e. if ever there is one. Perhaps, there never is one, or perhaps the reason is whatever we feel comfortable acclaiming the credit to. Or perhaps, the reason is still but a distant destiny and only when we walk the distance we would finally find it. Too many perhaps, and too little faith is never a good combination. While the impatience wins, I would drift a little farther than I was before. Because again, the only constant thing is change and don’t correct me if I am wrong, far does seem to be a good place to be. But, but why you ask. The answer is quite simple, its because some people lift others up, while others sink. And the latter finds more resemblance to me.
/ s t r a n d e d / – ak, mmxviii
