Lone Time...

The melancholy evening, the sadness clad clouds,
Couldn't’t bear the pain and shed tears.
Thousands of rain drops around me cloned,
Yet feeling alone.

The tip taps of the drops, the bathing of the glass,
Couldn't’t refrain itself to form a fog layer on it.
I sketched few humans on the glass like a moron,
Yet feeling alone.

The lovely trees, the dancing flowers,
All were mesmerized by the company of drops.
Even drops cooled a mere stone,
Yet feeling alone.

The smiling faces, the happening dance,
People were busy enjoying their rain party.
Musical instruments waltzed on human tone,
Yet feeling alone.

The crowdy streets, the messy roads,
Everyone had their friends along.
Felt in a completely different zone,
Yet feeling alone.

With this lone time, my wishes are blown,
Thus feeling alone, and just alone…….