The city is painted with lights and colours
The streets are crowded
The noise from everyday life dins monotonously.
Strangers cross paths
With no second glances
The sun rises, and it sets
The night comes
Bringing with it silhouettes
Silhouettes of people, places, things, memories.
The world is crowded
The noise from everyday life dins monotonously
There’s an isolation even in the midst of everyone.
An inexplicable isolation
An isolation that asks
Are we just another silhouette?
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A valid question
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There’s an isolation even in the midst. That’s so true