Loneliness
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.