Forsaken

The wind rises out of the night as he sits alone holding the world in the corner of his eye. He is not bothered by the orphan grain of sand or the wild drop of rain that cheats its compatriots to have a way of its own. He slowly raises his gaze at the stars he can still make out between the torn sheets of clouds with his mind looking for answers he was never given yet so many questions were asked of him.

He still is polite when he could have been abusive,
he still is approachable when he could have been elusive.

For him, life has been a wave, near yet never in grasp.Why does life have to take away all the gems of happiness away from him and then ask, as if mocking whether he likes emerald or sapphire!
He cares no more however or atleast pretends to. He has learnt to live with an insane world, a world of deceit and betrayed lyalties that extend a hand, not for him to hold on to, but a means for them to cling on to him.