Loneliness

Loneliness, Not A Guest Forever

As I walk through this forlorn meadow

of unhealed desolation And my feet touching

the stiff edge of sharp thorny voids,

I feel the deep agony in each cut,

And my blood signifies my inanimate soul.

I never was like this null And bland,

feeble And blunt, shattered And scattered;

for I beheld the enigma of resilience And liveliness,

but the day my own trust And views hurt me bad,

trampled my own ethics bursting the bubbles of my pride,

I fell apart And the chasm of loneliness

easily absorbed every particle of my body.

Depression easily attacked my soul

And killed the essential part of ecstasy in living.

Where is the justice of surviving with a half dead part?

where is the justice carrying desolation in my womb And still living?

I know the silent postures wouldn’t do any justice to my queries

And I am not sure where I have any rescue

from this!

Still waiting for a tinge of light

will peep through the curved window

And supply the warmth of love in the way we wish to live.

Waiting for a whisper sprinkling the hope,

saying “You are not dead yet. Stand up and fight.”

And germinate the strength of breaking bars

of evil desolation And finding a new resolution of loving.