Being Wanted

Closed in the wall of home, sitting by the window sill, I question myself what possible reason will the sky would have to cry?

Is it crying because I'm sad?

Can someone hear the loneliness in my soul and responding?

But it can't be so.

Rains are there to blend your tears, the droplets just signify my emotions.

What is it that makes me lonely even when surrounded by so many people?

My heart yearns for some solitude, some love, someone to put me first and listen to my voice, someone who misses me.

But the dose of reality hits me, just like the rains,

This emotion of being wanted flows away in drain,

Never to be understood and never to be remembered except just my heart and soul!!