Sitting all alone-just myself Have a new horizon of life
Things I never saw I begin to see Things those were dead now bring joy to me I share myself with those who can't share atall A look at life from a fresh perspective Has a bouquet of narcissists to offer Myself is whom I've to care for To love oneself is the greatest love of all.
I am lonely People run here there and everywhere Some love, some don't Does love really stay till eternity? But loneliness never deserts you Love it and joy won't haunt life It's me, my memories, my shadows Walking through the lonely dark A pleasant feeling that beats all past.
The fading light of the setting sun Rising dust as horses trot Loneliness-a trance of creativity I sit by the lantern Cry the tears I never did Look at the hysterical world Through the hazy eyes Forgetting there is a vast reality Though it never comes.
Loneliness-a feeling simple and serene Beautiful to the core A partner, when everything is gone Like phosphorous when dark Keep beckoning to it from behind that door It'll come; shall never disappoint you Bring a joy More exciting than material ones can give.
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.
Responses2
well written,loneliness may be a great feeling,but only if it is interspersed between vast expanses of being together with the ones u cherish. i ve travelled now for many miles it feels so good to see the smiles of friends who never left ur mind, when u were far away.. what do u think??
brilliant stuff who says the lonliness kills , to me it is the mother goddess which impregnates creativity. keep the good work on .
More by shaili
The City Of Djinns
Posted by shaili on Sunday June 04, @02:50PM One step on the New Delhi railway station's platform, the other still on the Frontier Mail, and I can breathe the same humid oily stench of the second-tim
Precipice
Precipice Posted by shaili on Monday July 10, @05:35AM It’s numb Like cold room heaters Set human machinery (worn out parts) Drag the rumble called life. Reconciliation saturates the air Tears run
Where the streets have no names!
As I step over to the ground, the usual pushy-push welcomes me to work’billions of us (big, small, colorful) milling around, brushing past each other in a missing-the-train hurry. A verbal diarrhea of
More Stories
Hirsute Pursuits
Hirsute Pursuits Schnozzle shearing I once nicked my nose while trying to shave a nose hair, which eluded the razor and swung back out from under the cartilage to stare me in the mirror, as if to say
The Burden of My Mind
Posted by Strider on Thursday June 01, @02:31AM Queen sang "too much love will kill u", and sometimes I feel too many expectations will kill me too. My life has become a struggle just trying to prov
SPACE,TIME AND TRUTH!!
SPACE,TIME AND TRUTH!! Posted by Aragorn on Tuesday June 05, @03:55PM Well i'm sure most of you will be familiar with quantum theory..hold it!! dont turn away at the sound of physics..this is not a