Oft I get asked why I’m so silent, and
how boring it will be without any words?
Never they know my mind
the infinite thoughts that gets crowded up
Impotence to process all those
and utter anything that makes sense..
Oft I get lost in my train of thoughts,
an imaginary world mirroring the reality,
and it’s not always a pleasure thing.
when they cracking jokes
I might still be in the world of miseries
worrying about the mistake I did 5 years ago.
Oft I get asked why I’m so quiet
But never whether I need any help.
Oft I took the less crowded routes
Acted like I’m on call when I’m not
Just to stay away from another feather
in my crown of shame.