I get up and start to walk… where? I don’t know.
Unknown faces… fake façades I see as I go.
Some people are talking, I’m not sure if I’m the part of that conversation.
I feel the urge to run away along with the odd sensation.
Wait! I think I am the part of the dialogue.
But I missed the prologue!
They say communication is an art… then why they have ruined it?
Unknown faces… fake façades I see as I go.
Some people are talking, I’m not sure if I’m the part of that conversation.
I feel the urge to run away along with the odd sensation.
Wait! I think I am the part of the dialogue.
But I missed the prologue!
I’m not able to comprehend their messages… their talks.
My reasoning is lost and logic just blocks.
I try to… but the background is fading… I focus… but of no use.
Life has given me this chance and I choose.They say communication is an art… then why they have ruined it?
Language is known, then why can’t they explain it?
I tried to be a good listener, what else am I supposed to do?
Slap their faces and tell them, ‘I am better than you’.
I know how it feels to be the part of an unfair game,
Wherever I go it will be the same!? (Yes/No)
Wherever I go it will be the same!? (Yes/


1 comment:
Did you finally figured what they were talking :) - Naresh
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