LonelinessA Poem by Shubham's ViewLoneliness Standing in a shaky public bus,
There
are very few things that seem just,
The
world with SO many people,
Living
in agony or peace, fright and pain,
Living on the cream and carmel, above the crust Or the dirt collected below the sewer rust. Curses and spite, aimed at all these humans,
Are
a sign, a revelation,
Of the frustration in oneself, deep deep down, Of the silly little mistakes in life On, leading, to the worse bigger picture A picture, rather grey and sombre. Fists clench and the handles bar the brunt, Of a turmoil inside the heart and head
Of
perception, of purpose, in all aspects
On matters, not going quite right, As the soul yearns for the missing, Expecting an epiphany, so elusive and rare. Brakes and momentum release the long reverie But only momentarily, before it slips again, Far away in corners, dark and desolate, With only itself for company, raving on Oh! Why in God's grace does loneliness strike? In the busiest of places, among humongous crowds? Lonely, desperate and idle the mind analyzes, As roads rush by, in the foggy morning Further it delves, in this huge dilemma Skating in a rink, all by itself In the symphony of soulful music, it succumbs The destination arrives, we alight and trudge on.
-Shubham
Chattopadhyay
© 2012 Shubham's ViewAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on December 22, 2012 Last Updated on December 22, 2012 AuthorShubham's ViewBangalore, IndiaAboutA Jack of "almost" all trades who believes that this is a topsy turvy world we live in... more..Writing
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