Signs

To the world he was just looking

At the deserted road through the window.

His mind was staring into empty spaces

Contemplating the blows of distrust and dishonesty he had received.

To the world he was writing something on the paper with a pen

His heart was drawing entangled lines,

Each intersection being a reflection of strained relations

To the world he was simply sipping coffee sitting in a cafeteria

His conscience was gulping down every bit of attachment he ever had,

To the world he was just waiting for a train to arrive on a platform

His soul knew he is never going to catch it

Even though he was right there,

Just like he couldn’t catch all the positivity

Even though happiness was in his hands.

“Shocking”, “impossible”, “unbelievable”

Were the reactions of the world!

When they got know that he committed suicide.

When all this time his sadness was so visible, obvious and real.