When I walked the footpaths of time, playing the tune of my heart, never I had realized that I am walking into something that can make me so alone. This unforeseen lounge that I have entered now is full of known faces, alienated today. It is like being in a cage of my footsteps. All around, I see my doings, mocking me.
This was inevitable. So why do I feel it was unforeseen.
When I sit alone among people, I wait for someone from miles away, to spread a hand, to give a call, and wait.
The only reason I see this is happening, is because I did it to others.
What do I do?
Running with tired feet? Talking with my tied tongue? Or loving with my dried heart?
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