The Song of Solitude.

Can you feel her pain?
She cries in darkness,
Whines in solitude,


Her plight, you may ask -
Is craving for your sight,
Yearning for your touch,
Gasping for your voice,
Heaving for your smile.


An absence-presence,
A living-dead,
She hates to admit but,
You regulate her being.


The agony kills
Yet she is born,
Each moment
Through her pain.


On winding roads, In busy streets
Her eyes rove, searching for your face
In every car at traffic signals,
At every music concert in the city
She searches the crowd, the audience
To perhaps get a glimpse of you.


Can you hear her?
I surely can.

*humming* *humming*

Can you hear her now?
Listen carefully..


She sings…

The Song of Solitude.

Seeking, Searching.........

In the verandah I sit and stare
In isolation I smoke and glare
Into the blank, moonless night
The spotless sky with its rendering light
Seeking, Searching……..


On the roads, amidst the traffic
In crowded alleys, during pregnant pauses
In silent screaming and times horrific
Mind’s tussling with the heart causes
Eyes to rover all over,
Seeking, Searching………


In the pages of a read book,
Betwixt every line, beneath each word
Amongst characters forlorn and flop
Hoping to find that known look
Excavating hidden treasured-mirth
Beginning anew each time I stop
Seeking, Searching……….


In the living carcass of a dead mind
Trying to concoct a new plan
To re-write my-story all over again
To ultimately be able to find
Eternal sunshine of the beautiful mind
So I continue with split-memory, vision astride
Seeking, Searching………..


They say –
Knowledge is Power
But I knew –
Ignorance is Bliss


Was I Wrong?
Are they Right?
Need I stop my yearning?

OR

Continue My Eternal Quest?
Not Knowledge,
But longing Desire

Seeking, Searching……!!