Banal

I have been like that always uncertain and unprecedent
Yet so stable to be described as nobody
They have seen my face, I doubt if they know my name
I seldom converse with them in the end
Not the long Nor even the small talk
Making sure they don't forget my existence
By being in the shadow, to see the specimen in it's crescent natural form
I hunt there behaviour, I analyze the mask and I tarnish its presence
There's no one i'm close to, nor the reverse works in my case
You may think I'm just a number, making this world a crowded place
One without a purpose, supporting actor at the station of sideways
Do you ever questioned how I feels? 
Do you ever bet among yourselves, that how weak I'm socially? 
Will I approach that girl, or will walk away with shame? 
Does people like me have friends? 
Is there anyone who ever understands? 
Haven't your prejudice already turned me into a psychopath
Or what about a stalker at it's best?? 
What are the probabilities that right now I the pervert is not staring at you
Feeling your heartbeat rising to a diplomatic level
Feeling the fear yet joking how brazen and funny the idea is
Banal are my words so does it even matters
If I'm full of words or if I hardly say

Your doubt is my luxury, viable business is your attention
An opportunity of lifetime, something I'm not used to already
Yes... You exactly know who l'm
You see me everyday, our paths cross and yet you never greeted back
From womb to tomb we are bound to others
Soon l'll make you become so powerless, obsessed to control
The control I'll never gave, the control I never had
The control of intense fellings, beautiful and delicate

By- Kshitij Sinha
10/11/2017

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