There are times I feel blue,
Hardly know the reason that's true.
I hate being around people,
It all seems like a zoo.
The company I crave of, is just you.
Resting against some random wall,
Over-thinking stuffs that's all.
There's nothing I can do.
I don't want anyone to Que,
Ugh ! N I hate it when no one bothers to.
Roaming around, listening to silence,
I call it finding peace, they name it arrogance.
Just few mins with myself, alone
And you'll find me back as good as moron
P.S : That's clicked by me. Silvasa. November'12