Curious Thing

We all have tendency to get accustomed to things happening around very easily. Routine, job, moods, environment and what not. Somehow we are able to cope with oddities of everyday life and get on. So many people come and go in our life, each one adding a layer of different color and size. There are few who become much closer as compared to others. They succeed in breaching the walls of the fortress of strong personality we project to the outside world. With them we are nothing but ourselves, vulnerable but happy. We share our world with them and somewhere deep down unknowingly expect that we are an important part of their world too. But, the curious thing is despite all this friendliness and comfort 

we never actually get accustomed to being less important to those people than they are to us.

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Hysteria was clogging up my mind

curious thing, I wasn't supposed

to be feeling like this

still, strands of my hair were flying 

like stale threads of a ripped jeans

I tried and remain calm, wasn't easy 

by all means..

stinging with my own agony 

I gave a second thought to 

what she just said, sighed 

I closed my ablated eyes , although 

she did what she thought was right 

but, why I'm not feeling alright ?

I waited for long 

hoped she'll ping me back 

say something and I'll respond

that never happened and

le problème, at last I said 

life's a never ending parade 

of same notions

I gotta buck up 

and shed such emotions 

no one's obliged to give me 

exact replica of  what I want 

people are  just amis amants 

Now I remember what Lupe Fiasco sings 

Alright, already, the show goes on

All night 'til the morning, we dream so long

Anybody ever wonder when they would see the sun go

Just remember when you come up, the show goes on