I was sitting on the verandah, waiting for a friend. It was raining and I felt so happy. I couldn't understand why and then it came to me and I felt a burst of inspiration, grabbed paper and pen and started writing ...
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life
Loneliness
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It is cold today Indeed the rain is falling and I am alone. Thoughts of life and love, meaningless to anyone but myself. I am alone. They watch me, their eyes not knowing, knowing nothing of what they see. I am but another creature, alone. They scurry on the surface, unaware, unaware of the life below when you are alone. Loneliness, not a burden nor a sorrow, but a time of solace, of deepness never to be shared, never to be understood. They can never reach the place where I am And I know I will never reach the place where they are. I know I don't want to reach that place. True happiness is here, unmisted. Unmisted by smiles or laughter, unmisted by the joys of company. To find true happiness, to know if one is truly happy, he must be happy alone. |
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