Disconnected

Feeling disconnected in an overtly interconnected and codependent world seems so absurd and paradoxical. But the feeling of disconnection persists irrespectively. The inability to feel connected to people, things; to look into someone’s eyes and feel nothing at all, like they exist in a distant world apart from yours; to hear only sounds in the form of words which are empty of any meaning, any familiarity with your world and hence devoid of the comfort of knowing and relatability. The lost sense of belongingness once there when someone looked and smiled or said ‘hello’ or simply asked how your day was. Now, craving intimacy in a crowd full of unknown stern faces.

From the eyes of an isolated observer, the bright lights of the city remain unsettled.
“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”― Virginia Woolf
“Kitni wehshat hai darmiyaan-e-hujoom,
Jisko dekho, gaya hua hai kahin…” – Jaun Elia
Locked in the thoughts of solitude in a noisy room
“Not belonging is a terrible feeling. It feels awkward and it hurts as if you were wearing someone else’s shoes.”― Phoebe Stone
Roads filled with bustling sounds of going home but there was no destination