The Alchemy Of Handshake

The pale face, 

Looking blank every side, 

With sparkling eyes, 

With Hope, 

To have someone to talk, 

Full of depression, 

Full of anxiety, 

But no one has time to listen. 

With some Fake Friend, 

Who would love to play a game, 

Game of Fake love, 

Game for physical pressure, 

Game of Disappointment, 

And Game of making Fake promises. 

Closed four walls, 

Darkness everywhere, 

Getting consumed each second

Waiting for a handshake, 

A friend who can understand, 

And bring out of dark world

But dyeing alone, in depression, 

Is what all Left.