It resolves again, again
In the way of my life
Accidentally, Unknown to me,
Abeyance abides behind me
I flinch and flitter to deny it
And dart as an evasive deer
Yet I realize the mystic truth
I am all alone…
I recall those joyful days
Childhood with my dear mates
Most I see those teasing face
Dragging to those deep ditches
And clap their hands to disdain me
Then I realize the mystic truth
I am all alone…
I recall those colored dreams
Floating with my dear love
Celebrating and mimicking life
And dancing in sensuous moments
It startled my shocking might
Cracking and creaking me
After that beloved reverie
That I see only, only me
Not later I realized that
The denuding truth pinning me
I am all alone…
I recall that smiling face
Sweeter than his charming words
Longings for his warmth and stench..
Leaning his heaving bosom…
Alas! The moment he fend my dreams,
I realize that punching truth
I am all alone…
Now leaning on my keen insights
Usual retiring ends of days
Interweaving life flashes
Make me more ardent evident
And I realize that burning truth
That I am all alone in life…
wwhat a lovely write but the nature is always with us....... fantastic write....
And I realize that burning truth That I am all alone in life…... sooner the truth is knownto us better is the understanding of life..... lovely write....10 read mine you go alone and I am disgrace
This is the greatest truth my dear, we are all alone. perhaps if you believe in God or the eternal force, he will be always with you. when we need a little bit care, a little love, a little warmth, a tender ear to listen, a warm lap to lie, there may not be anyone. when we are judged as sinners in the eyes of the world even our shadows will tease us. but atleast you are there for you, don't give up. dont expect anything form the world, be ready to give, the world will come to you. dont think i am preaching. i've just attemted to explain your beautiful, lonely, nostalgic lines. don't think i am a pessimist, poets can give hope to others but they are loners regards J T Jayasingh
I don't know about you but I seem to find it disrepect ful to put one of your poems at the bottoms of someone elses. It ticks me off the most. It really does take away from your poem. Though before hand I love the poem it is sad but beautiful.
a very touching poem sandhya...a lovely flow pure and rew emotions yet very gentle
We are born alone We die alone In between We grope to hold With fingers of bone Turning to ash When we think we hold Within our grasp We find it crumble In a breathe! Sad but true we all are alone. Please read my poem - Loneliness when you find time. Angel
Many a time, when you are all alone by yourself, your thoughts go back to the past, to the nice moments you enjoyed and loved with all those friends, and you smile with the Joy, for the sheer fact of knowing them. Well written...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sandya, congratulations....lovely write... but please read the poem 'alone' by catherine rica cossico.