Loneliness is image in mirror of life
That human may look undisturbed of their act;
Loneliness is shadow haunting single soul,
Into solitude, where only clean mind thrives.
Human crowds always groan human pain
Of pain that shall pain in hell,
And complain like vernal disaccorded shower
Where solitude hear no such human groans.
Like an Ascetic serene out of human bound
Among mirthful breeze of gentleness,
Loneliness erase the memory that gives pain
Of deadly journey we made in life.
Far away, in distant corner of my memory,
Alive and clear, my Nostalgia walks
Like a living ghost in undying legend
And pierce my thought in meaningful pieces.
I don’t remember the groaning pains,
Only see jolly sun sinking happily in west
But memory lingers like blowing candle,
And solitude speaks the past that Hour forgets.
Poets find solace in stillness of loneliness
All get space to ponder in solitude,
To laughed the mirth, to cry in sorrow of past
Those are recorded in abyss of our mind.
That useless language of nature when in crowd,
Rhyme it in spontaneous tune in loneliness,
And decayed words of other day,
Turns into spells of charming talk in loneliness.
Loneliness must travel through human heart
And lodge in room where happiness has gone
To make human think and act the life
With meaningful set up, confrontation and climax.