Zindagi - Ek Paheli

Fake friends? Yes, world is full of fake friends... Stuck somewhere between those.. What should I called luck or what?? Sometimes I feel... People are not interested in talking to me but, still they're talking.. Don't know why, just for sake I guess... Or for the timepass ... Or because they get bored sometimes... I am the only actor by that time, Who only listens what they were talking about... Not understands even a single word.. Why they're talking so much... Every words bounce from my head... But still they are talking... I never understand, from where they will get bundles of topics. They just stops one topic and suddenly started another... M not your best friend, Neither your close friends... Still I have to play the role at that time... When they shut their chatter box, Then it should be my turn to speak up... When I open up my mouth to speak.. They just left...by saying they were busy.... Either started another topics... And my w...

Howls ? Chaos? Or confusion?  Many synonyms for all this mess. I abide with brain full of observations, And a Heart that is full of strain. I am lost in a crowd, Trying to reach somewhere, Faces keep on passing me by, No one seems to reach nowhere. The few names I call, Refuse to know me, I am caged by people, I find it difficult to be free. This crowd only creates a uproar, I don't want to chase these people, They just kill all my strength, Turns me from bold to too much helpless and weak. Everyone seems to compete with someone, But, I don't to be part of any race, I affect my life, yes I do, So, I will live it at my own pace. Thus, this moment I stop and breathe, Taking a step back, keeping myself slow, Only to make sure when I'll come back, it will be bull's eye where I'll hit my arrow. ~Ranjana chakraborty