STRANGER IN THE CROWD

STRANGER IN THE CROWD

I hate social gathering
I hate the forced smiles and salutes
I hate the miserly handshakes and introductions
I am alone amidst the crowd of known faces
I am lost among my recognitions
I ask why am I so
I hate to interact and share smile
Why am I so
Am I a freak or an Outcast
Or a very honest person
Who doesn’t believe in duplicity

Today why am I so vocal about by feelings
I found someone who feels the same
Although she doesn’t realize till now
I can see from her eyes in the pics

Oh God! Why you send such souls to this desert
The eternal water of sacrifice and pure love is lost
People join to show their money
To show their material shells
People laugh not with happiness but with stony hearts
At the happiness of others
People thank others not for the favours but
To maintain the mutually beneficial relation

I am petrified and shattered at the unashamed crackling of glasses
I am amazed at the ability of hiding unsatisfied spirits
I am disgusted at the inseparable joker masks
Feel that I don’t belong to this illusory society
Oh Lord! Don’t make me like them
Keep me as I am
Although I may not be happy while in social gatherings