Alone Or Lonely?

STRANGER OR MORE

When I was a kid, like any other ordinary child

Even I needed pampering, even I craved for attention

And when any of my demands went unfulfilled, I became wild

Then within no time my parents pulled up their socks and paved way for my detention.

When I grew a little old, big enough to differentiate between right and wrong

Even then I needed somebody who was caring and willing enough to spend his time

Not for begging silly goodies but for advice on things I couldn't get along.

It was for discussing issues I faced or decisions i needed to take before I could commit a crime.

There was time before
There is even time now
There were cute memories to cherish before
There are restless silences in hand now

They say friend in need is a friend indeed

But never did anyone inform that some always come with a hidden greed

Greed I say, especially to those for whom it's always 'just me'

There are rare times when we genuinely find someone saying 'in this together are we'

I came across strangers whom I could befriend
Because those of whom I knew their priorities had changed

Amidst this darkness that even sunlight couldn't hide

I found a special stranger with whom even the lightest moments felt like a joyous ride.

It was he with whom every little thing could be shared

It was he with whom I realised I had somebody who for me cared

It was he who made me friends with my own self

It was he who made me realize I should stop thinking about others and give priority to my own self

Not just a stranger anymore, he became much more than a friend

He had that charisma, that charm that even a hard pillar like me would bend

One fine day I opened my eyes and realised that he was gone

I again was stranded, all lonely on the green life's lawn

Now that it hurts me straight in heart where all feelings mingle and play

I just feel oh God was this just a broken dream or another instance of your foul play.
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A/n: This is not a chapter. I have just included a few lines that could perfectly highlight what Mira was going through.

Special mention: Nisha_Panjabi
My dearest wattpad buddy whose intense poems have continuously inspired me to make a better attempt at any poetic literature I try.