"When there is no sense of belonging
No sense of being and becoming
When the sense of us is lost
At the cost, of made-up reasons
There comes moment of drowning solitude
Destined to take over you and me
The individuality suffers
The identity diluted
The bitterness growing
Chaos fills the glasses
And drunk upon darkness
Each one wanders
Upon why and how
While falling beneath
The recently discovered
Eccentric ways around
While the days played their part
And the nights kept apart
The needs abounding
And priorities astounding
Juxtaposition of failing justifications
Watching them watch each other
Fading along the void
While promising to keep
Their hearts ajar still,
Alas!...”
Praveen
Parasar
17/03/2018
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