07.07.2012
Stranded at the desert of loneliness;
North wind comes to blow;
Blowing the sadness and murkiness to me;
Slowly fading my portrait in the sand;
Ripping all my emotion into million pieces;
Who am I in this mundane world?
Being ignored and forgotten;
Living without affection and attention;
Dizzy 'cause drinking too much suffering;
Depressed facing the circumstances;
Being treated like an imitation flowers;
Which is beautiful but fake;
Trying hard to pretend it;
It seems that I'm no longer needed;
Perhaps in a different time and space;
Still holding my tears, buried my emotion deeply;
Taking my thoughts to travel for unaccountable years;
Through the desert of loneliness;
Across the ocean of grief;
Right now trying to get used to living alone;
Starting new life called ignorance;
Some words are always too late;
They have been buried at the bottom of my heart;
I wanted to look for at it attentively;
But I passed it;
Only pain and suffering which are left;
Quietly, stealthily, silently coming;
Covered my heart with it's darkness;
Like a Mandarava which is blocked and couldn't show its true colour;
Like a Padma which is buried inside the water;
Dying slowly but sure;
Like a sunflower without the sol;
Losing its direction don't know which way to go;
Walking with full of uncertainly;
Finding for the right place to get affection...
Poet
J
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