confusion filled my mind while
I hoped in silence for consolation.
People travelling in the morning rush—
some standing while others sitting
with blank expressions.
Engrossed in making a living—
that's all there was.
Faces around me looked like
lifeless portraits—
selfish and self-centered.
Absolute strangers
with a strange presence.
I abhorred those faces
wanted to avoid them
and push them away
to a distant horizon.
I perceived them as
insignificant and valueless
with a sense of resentment
towards all of them.
I wonder if—
they would have thought
the same about me—
a lifeless portrait—
and despised me.