CLAUSTROPHILLIC

I am
engulfed by crowds
everywhere

whether , it is the street
I walk on
or The highways
I drive on...
or should I say
drive into an infinite
traffic jam...
get stuck

Or the famed
local trains of
Mumbai
crowded
with people
I hardly know
will hardly ever
remember

Even
my memories are crowded
but that is
where the similarity ends

It
is crowded
not with people
but by only one person
whom I know
whom I remember
and that is you...
and
I love
this crowd
engulfing my solitude.....

~Mukul~

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