Amidst the crowd, yet lost in worlds
of her own,
the glassy look conveys that she
prefers to stay alone.
Laughter and indifference is the
façade that charades through the day,
but those bluish eyes reveal the
stories she wouldn’t say.
Judgmental and hard, the world often
inconspicuously insinuates,
puts under microscope every action,
trying to manipulate.
She bears through it all, a stoic
resistance that refuses to fade,
because for her the black and white is marred
into somber shades.
Is it some guilt she carries or scars
of yesterday that stay green?
A voice left unheard, emotions acknowledged
unseen?
Fiercely guarding her independence,
in moments of celebration,
Scrape through the tough exterior,
subdued lie voices of compassion.
Soon the crowd shall disperse, each
soul mindlessly onto its own way,
but I hope our paths do cross again
some other day.
Then the story shall change
hopefully, I think amidst the sea of goodbyes,
Admiring the steely resolve that lies
beneath those eyes.
©Copyright Darshil A Shastri
