I wake up wide-eyed only to find myself lost in the crowd like a toddler alone at Times’s square on New year’s eve
There is a light shining through me only to be unseen by others’ stress clouds like a blind’s eyesight in the veil of darkness
I feel like a weed in a stream trying to diverge the current only to see it come undone moments later like dividing any number by one
I hear myself roaring like a lion only to be unheard like sound in the quiet of space
I am making splashes in the ocean only to be carried away likes waves coming to shore
I find myself driving on a cold winter’s night alone and lonely, nobody in sight for miles like the moon on a cloudy night
This loneliness is killing me slowly
I find myself longing to be perceived wanting to shine brightness unto others craving to be listened needing to be a rock to split the torrent hoping to be a tsunami in the sea
Is this too much to ask for …
© Tarun Gupta
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Hi, I am Tarun Gupta, and I write about many things, but I enjoy writing poetry, life lessons, and fiction the most. You can find all my posts here in this index.