Why is it that sitting by yourself,
In a small room and staring at a blank page,
Makes you feel alone,
With no interest whatsoever.
All you do is recall,
The time that went by,
The happiness that was yours,
Isn't there anymore.
Be it that odd shopping,
Where you went through every shop,
To get a pair of shoes,
Or that exclusive dress which you liked the other day.
Be it that book store in your neighborhood,
Where you went simply to see,
What new has come or chit chat with someone,
Standing behind scrolling the index just like you.
Be it that roof top where you spend hours,
Gazing at empty stars,
Talking to them,
As if they were real people.
Or those movies or shows,
Through which you sat,
Over and over again,
Yet never got bored with it.
All those strangers you met,
Only for a day or two,
Yet you remember them,
As if you see them every day.
Amazingly these things you did alone,
As seldom you had people around,
Yet now after so many years,
You want to do same things all over again.
No matter how hard you try,
Since time snapped by,
It can never be brought back,
To make you feel like before again!!
