𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑺𝒀❥

passerby

Passerby
Treading down the road
On my bicycle
Getting stares from people
On a daily circle
Smiling brightly I nod at them
They smile back,wishing a stranger well
Its another day
Taking a walk in the same old neighborhood
Under bright sun rays
Uncle smith is selling his same old goods
Aunt Mary is brushing curled leaves
The coconut stand,is crowded as usual
If it wasn't wouldn't that be unusual?
Its the season of the short sleeves.
The trees are alive and green
The gentle swept of air
Brushing past my hair
The birds are sweetly chirping
I feel so nostalgic
As if It's a summer day
And I'm in a disarray
All these people i see
Will just pass by
Two pairs of eyes
Where
Thousands of stories lies
Makes me wonder
If I'll just be a blurred face
In those stash of Memories
Will i leave a trace?
Each smile,squint of the eyes
A little smirk on the side of the cheek
Meeting new people,
Making new friend
I might be known as a geek
When i leave this place
I'll just be a passerby
In the end.

Explanation :
Life is not just soul in a body,its the interactions with other souls that makes us feel alive. We are all stranger before we become acquaintances. Memories stay,people may pass away.
We are all just passerby in each others life.