Strangely Strangers

They are all around.

As I walk along the busy street amidst the market,

Learning the fact that I am not alone,

I find them shopping for their week ahead,

The same reason as to why I am there.

They are all around.

As I settle down by the roadside café,

Ordering for a cup of coffee to ease my day,

I find them sitting next to my table.

The same reason as to why I am there.

They are all around.

As I visit the expo at the end of the avenue,

To sight a masterpiece for a corner in the house,

I find them scouting other artifacts to decorate their interiors,

The same reason as to why I am there.

They are all around.

As I stop by the restaurant to cater to my hunger,

Browsing through the varieties on the menu,

I find them calling the waiter to place an order,

The same reason as to why I am there.

They are all around.

As I walk into the bookstore to pick up the next best seller,

Then scanning my other choices of books for the travel ahead,

I find them there already billing the books to stack in their shelf,

The same reason as to why I am there.

They are all around.

As I wave to stop the speeding cab in vain,

Hoping to reach home and be with things I relate to,

I find them at a distance with their hands full of shopping baggages,

The same reason as to why I am there.

They are all around.

As I search for my keys amidst the possessions bought for the day,

To open the doors to my kingdom, my sweet home,

I find them entering the next door with a smile of relief,

The same reason as to why I am there.

They are all around me.

Strangely,

They seem to be so much like me,

But still I don’t know them.

They seem to have similar interests like me,

But still I don’t relate to them.

They seem to have same feelings like me,

But still I don’t disclose mine to them.

Strangely, Strangers are all around me,

Giving me the same look as I had all the while,

Strangely, they are all around me,

The same reason as to why I am there.