i asked her,
aren't you afraid of being alone,
she whispered in my ears,
i am afraid of being part of crowd,
having infinite eyes staring at you,
having thousands of tongues sharpened,
to slit your pride into million little pieces,
having thousands of fingers pointing toward you,
having others taking decisions,
that you were supposed to take,
and since that day,
i have fear of being in crowd,
running through my veins,
so i am wandering,
alone,
in this sweet,
soothing dark,
alone