Tag Archives: loneliness

To hug you, my dear Earth!

I regret for I couldn’t stretch my arms
Sufficiently to hug you my dear Earth.
You spoke to me with tweets
Of morning humming birds
That circulated around tiny flowers
Which embellished the tender tips of plants and tress
Along with weird buzz of wandering honey bees.
You looked at me with the exquisite eyes
Of beautiful women imbuing my soul
With voluptuous sketches, showing me the artistic world!
You would shoulder my mother with care
For me to feel her cozy warmth
And smiled, when my sleepy eyes swayed
For her lullabies.
You made me kiss you breathlessly,
When I was provided with heavenly beauties
That decorated your stretched shaped body.

As I drown in you,
I wish to write a solemn song
To celebrate my pleasure with music and poetry.
But I couldn’t!
Having lost the tranquility
My mental faculties were tainted
With poisonous sadness of disappointments.
Unable to instigate the numbed mind of mine
I regret now in the darkness!
You bring me stars that shimmer
And a delicate moon that shines like a pearl,
With cold breezy winds that murmur
To console me.
Yet I regret, in the depth of loneliness,
For I couldn’t stretch my arms sufficiently
To hug you, my dear Earth!



Upon all things I see, I dread,
Along the lonely path I tread.
Many things pollute my sense
Engulfing my life’s essence
I know I’m corrupt now,
And it sickens me somehow
There is no romance, light and delight
And in dark I look for love.
Your cozy warmth still lingers my mom
Without it I would be dead by now
Yielding to this unconditional harm.
I try to smoke and roll the ball,
Consuming myself I try to escape all.
Hoping the feel of your gentle touch
Will forever stay at all.
I travel without a company
Thinking about you, with words
I try to find within a harmony…
Let me sleep on your lap…
Sing me a lullaby,
While I look at the starring dark sky,
And don’t you say good-bye
As I’m getting high!

Awkward colored sand

Years ago, the lonely island,
Was calm, amidst the huge waves,
Filled with colored lovely sand.
Living on it together, one evening,
He and I were searching for that
One one-colored butterfly, finding it
On heels we started to fly.
After an awkward chase, amidst sorrows
That swallowed each one’s mind,
With only friendship between us to bind,
Separated we were in the unknown place.
Having lost him, I searched for him, turning,
Perching my each eye at time’s every instant
In every object around me. I searched him
In between the gentle blows of wind,
In the beams of fading orange sun,
I looked for my wonderful friend
Dazed and confused wondering where to find.
Going berserk, tearing leaves apart,
Bathing in scorched roasted evening grains
Of sand, in the grains of this mysterious misery of losing joy,
Losing him, I wished if this whole life was just a decoy!
I tried and cried and my life’s every count dried.
“Oh my dear friend!
I’d be looking for you till my life’s very end.
I’m waiting… with that plain butterfly in my right hand
And it feels cold. With rhythmic laments, I’m growing old!”

The music of death

Sitting inside the silence, with all noise on earth being swallowed up,
Staring at the rays of loneliness with her eyes getting dried up,
With the moon emerging from within smoke rings flowing into her eyes,
Listening to her horrible sorrow, flying around were mere mute flies.

The wind that enjoyed, in her backyard, the childish ballet of every rose
Stood still all of a sudden humming with her untold life’s remorse.
Filling itself with blood from all veins, her heart beat heavily.
Going numb, her soul enjoyed the charm of a grave melancholy.

The beautiful, the adorable, she, the every merry
Was strangled in the hands of horrid, unjust, corrupt mother nature’s fury
As she had lost her charming treasure, her soul, her dear one.
Bending down slowly, gazing at her nipples one by one-
She felt them, being pulled tasted by her child, her dead only son!

The raging coldness of dark emerged making her every bone brittle
And her cold eyes grew darker in the moon light little by little.
Burning itself down, the cigar reached for her tender fingers, spreading its ash,
That touched the depressed and dying mother’s each eye lash!

Without weeping she was seeking death, in despair
While tasting misery, staying inside the still air.

Deep scars of deaths

Listening to every cricket’s chirps
With no one around, taking deep breaths,
While gazing at stars lifting my eye brows,
I walk in the backyard of my farm house.

The coldness in the still air
Takes me into a world of despair
Between those lines of fairy tales
Of grandfather’s in his living days.

Those fairies in my dead memories arise
Come alive in front with hues and cries
Half dead beheaded monsters embrace
My curved shivering body, nearing my face.

Slowly closing my eyes I ponder
If I’ll die out of this killing fear?
Oh! Grandpa, my dear dead.
Come back and take me to bed!

Your unfinished stories of deaths
Every night engulf my breaths
I don’t want to fear, I don’t want to pray
I don’t see you near to out me from dismay!

The tune of loneliness!

He leaves his home from his village
To have a swim across the sea.
“Come home soon kid, at least before the sunset!”
Says his mother.
Nodding his head, he walks on the muddy path
Towards the sea reaching for the waves.
Taking a deep breath he feels every bubble
Of the froth, kneeling down on the shores.
Something unusual makes his heart
To be pulled towards the emptiness
In his body, above the stomach.
Quite strange, as he feels.
Ignoring the awkwardness,
Ignoring his own self,
He gets lost in the mighty rhythms of waves.
The sea is soft and warm
And he begins to swim
Enjoying the joy of waves.
Unknowingly he closes his eyes
As he feels the waves at the depth of his heart!
The waves cuddle him
Swaying his body in space
And his thoughts in time!
Yes, his thoughts sway and dance too
As this reminds him the sweet lullabies of his mothers.
Like a mother taking her child towards her
To feed, to feel and
To explain the coziness,
The sea takes him towards itself!
As he loses himself getting to the seabed
Having suffocated, he wakes up all of a sudden
And he reaches for the surface.
He then looks around and wonders
As his eyes have got a glimpse of something bright.
Again swimming back, he reaches for the bed.
That’s when he notices
Marvelous sculptures, the corals
Violet, luminous and invaluable.
Taking it back he swims
To the shore with all splendid joy
Taking him to the cloud nine,
As he can make his mother happy,
As it can alleviate his family’s misery and
As it can fetch some fortune. Thinks he!
Like an innocent lamb enjoying its run
Like a starving man eating his bun
Like a young bird enjoying its flight
He goes back home with all life’s delight
Only to see a black dust
Around his little hut, the little park on the side
The houses nearby and the entire village!
He looks for his mother and others
Wandering around, shouting
“Is there anybody out there!”
Sobbing deeply, a while after, finally
He sees the soft hand of hers
Out of the rubble reaching for the sky.
Squatting down resting her palm on his knees
Gently, he keeps his cheek on it.
He is all alone now!
The emptiness in him slowly grows
Inhaling his heart, his thoughts, his emotions
Taking his entire body into the land of darkness.
Out of nowhere his mind gets into the heart of mine
Leaving me experience him as a whole
As I listen to those tunes, I experience
His pain of loneliness!
The tunes of “Is there anybody out there!”

Living in melancholy!

His heart throbs with pain,
As he walks down the lane.
He cries within himself, in silence
An awkward emptiness grips his every sense.
A strange melancholy follows his ears,
Cold breeze chills down his cheeks through tears.
While he treads, dry leaves, fallen twigs
Mighty little ants marching over pebbles – and
Every small speck on the road, carefully he could see.
He kneels down on a huge rock, reaching for the sea.
The beautiful sunset turns the water gold
Withdrawing its rays from earth’s every fold.
Darkness engulfs him and his limbs numb.
And gently a sea-bird with its beak touches his thumb.
He then turns, realizes where he is.
He bends down having lost all his bliss.
Leaving his chin, his tears float away
With the wind across the waves that sway.
After learning about his brother whom he avenged
For killing his parents and his entire clan,
Knowing the truth he becomes enraged,
As all of it were village heads master plan.
The truth is, “his brother was ordered to massacre
Else they would do so, with a war of extra torture
Being helpless, his brother took the soul of the dear ones
Without a word, doing it all at once!
But his brother couldn’t kill dear him!”
Slowly, he looks up the dark sky
Now the shimmering stars seem to dim
In between the black clouds passing nearby.
He then turns
As he walks back, his heart throbs
Again and again with pain!
Those melancholy in his heart regain
Since he killed his dear brother
Unaware of the nasty conspire.
The tears make his cheeks go chill
And yes, he is crying still!