I know a guy
He looks like me
But he is not exactly me
Maybe he’s my shadow
Maybe i’m his,
Shadows are something which always stick to us.
Tawny in color, hairs like a black thick wall
Eyes shrunken, body like a floating river.
He appears like an old tree,
Talks like an old soul,
Most of the time
Not a word from mouth,
But when he does it comes as a shock.
He looks calm like a dead island,
Face as if he has been wafting around thoughts,
Silent like he has been wrecked,
Sagaciously hiding the feelings,
Awkwardly behaving against strangers.
But there’s an other side of him i know about,
That he’s more than a guy addicted to sleep,
That he’s more than a social media geek,
He’s more than a guy glued to his phone,
That not always he keeps his face burried in books,
He also likes talking to people,
But with the ones he trusts.
He likes joining the parties,
Accompanied by his known ones.
He also likes having a long conversation,
But Not the dizzy ones.
Although he stays alone most of the time,
But what’s wrong in that?
Stop stereotyping him,
Someone you never glanced upon,
Try giving him a chance,
You would never leave him.
He has a world of his own,
His own imaginary world,
He don’t open up easily,
Make an effort to open him up,
He needs time to think about interaction,
He needs time to build up the next conversation.