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
