Anonymity as it is

Everything delicate
Is not as pretty
A mob attracts as much
Hear the footsteps fading
He had to almost die to be loved
And the love choked him to death
Ironical as it is
Is he leaving now
To drown into a sea of bodies
Lose himself in blinding infinity
Fill his spirit with deafening chaos
I cant feel him anymore
His voice is not a monotone
His words
A consequence of multiple intellectual intercourses
Unsafe as it is
His walk still reminds me of him
His actions
A victim of similarity


As the hot water fills up
The spaces between my fingers
As masochistic I might be
I run away
It's the same feeling that engulfs me and a million others
We're all a part of crowd
Similarity as it is

Aren't you most lost in a mob
Anonymity lies
Not hiding in the creepy corners of city
But playing you fool
In the happy chirpy summer streets of your mind
The visitors are all left behind
I succumb to cavernous multiplicity
Human as it is



Forever
Anonymously yours