An Identity, an Image, an Idea, a perception. Judged, perceived, accepted, denied, approved, disapproved, real, unreal. His eyes were lost in search of shelter, in hope of comfort, in sense of identification. He walked for hours and hours on busy streets among the lonely people under the umbrella of sun and whispers of rain. At night he gazed up at sky to seek inspiration from stars to stay awake and fight the dark. In his heart he knew he was alone, his only companion was his misery and hunger which at times kept him awake and at times made him sleep.
A stranger in the crowd with messed up hair and unclean clothes was getting thinner and lean. Some despised him, others ignored him, and few abused his presence and for some presence wasn’t felt at all. He cried alone the tears of blood and ate disownment and disgust. He was a stranger who sleeps across the sea, fighting the chill in winters and battling the summer’s heat. He spoke the language which was familiar to all but his words were different as they were not reaching the soul. He was one of them but still the distance remained and when everyone returned back to their home on the lonely street stood A stranger wet in the rain.