Monday, March 23, 2009

A poem - I read on net

Loneliness

Oh! Loneliness
How did you find my address?
I tried so much, to escape your touch
But you crept into my life
And even though I strive, you remain.

Yes, there are people
Relatives and friends
But when I look around
I feel alone in the crowd
I find not the Dear
Who will wipe away the tears
Take away my fears.

I ask again the question
That has gathered dust
Whom can I Trust?
‘Cause it is a must
Whom do I show
That special book in the soul’s shelf
A mirror of my true self?
No answer, Just emptiness
With your cold caress.

Loneliness, you do not have one definition
Rather many incarnations.
You are a cake with no eater,
A drum with no beater,
A book with no reader,
A Pain, with No healer.

When I ponder over the years went by,
I find not a constant companion
Except you, my Loneliness
And now I fear, you will be here
Till my end, and thus you have become….
My Best friend!

Sumiti Yadava (Boloji)

2 comments:

இராவணன் said...

// Cause it is a must
Whom do I show
That special book in the soul’s shelf //

ம்ம்ம்ம்ம.
இந்த ஏக்கம் மனதில் நிறந்தரமாக தங்குவதால் தான் தனிமையோடு போராடிக்கொண்டேயிருக்கிறோம்.
கையில் ஒரு பரிசுப்பொருளோடு யாருக்காகவோ ஏதோ ஒரு கூட்டத்தில் கடந்து செல்பவரை எல்லாம் கவனித்தும் பின் தவிர்த்தும்.

sugirtha said...

உண்மை!