All that glitter isn't gold but loneliness inside by Arabian Oud {R}

Walking past crowded places and on your own, you feel so lonely today.
Friends soon become strangers, how strange,

we befriend strangers and become friends and then it goes back to their origins.
I thought holding back to his memories would give me peace but they haunted me,
Then someone came and wiped away tears for time being, not knowing he would multiply them,
Pain escalated and soon I started sinking, sinking in darkness and silence...
As the hustling takes place, I am stagnant and deaf to the sound of the music,
I miss you today my dear friend, where are you? I can't simply find you,
I framed you in my memories and etched your words in my brain so deeply,
Every moment I breathe goes in the past tense and I am afraid of myself,
Unwanted, lonely and what not, the list of words continue from here on,
All that glitter that sparkles, it's gold as you come closer, it becomes an ugly creature.
People around but soon fade as their purposes fulfil, so here I am alone again,
In the midst of the city, I am distressed and speechless, so lonely and misunderstood.

Image: thanks to Dani for taking this pic, in Dubai.

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