Friends around me are few
In a over swarming world, seems a strange phew
Why do I have this avid desire of mingling with people?
Why can’t I just persist on my own without being feeble
Why do I look for constant motivation?
When I have no body around, with that intention
Expecting from people, makes our valued time go waste
Resulting in experiences one would never wish to taste
Only preposition, I can think of now is
Being rationale in life is an amalgamated bliss
As the famous saying goes, one has come to this world alone
And so shall one leave, apart from the tribulations you had borne
Why my loved ones can’t hear it, my heart cries aloud with its woes
For whom I have always been on my toes
Please some one observe, It is too clear on my face
However no one is around to notice, is this destiny’s another maze?
I have become too proficient in being thwarted
Presumably it was a gift for me which life crafted
Life is a long and never ending tale
With every move, it at times makes you vivid and pale
I posses, some regrets, some satisfaction and some emotion
With no further speculation, I should not infer conclusion