This Loneliness in the crowd,
this clumsiness out of sophistication,
this wickedness disguised in sweet words,
and my poor happiness struggling for attention.
I often wonder how people do this,
behaving as someone that they are not.
I have now turned out to be devoid of emotions,
but this pain reminds I am still feeling!
I am still shocked how people do this,
presenting wicked simpers as sweet smiles,
and how they fool and how they use
someone’s innocent feelings for their daily jokes!
This bubbliness of the killing silence,
this piercing noise of the calm waters,
and still this world is busy racing,
while my hurt happiness strives for permission.
Copyright © Neha Sharma