Lonely Yet Not Alone
Alone on my hill of broken wings
There lies the hunter of my fallen dreams
One by one it devours the flesh out of me
And steals away the false sense of glee
I’m hypnotized by life’s never-ending misery
Believing every occurring thought as blasphemy
I’m forbidden to forbid a tragedy
Of this life’s preoccupying happenings
The ones that destroy every waking thought
The ones that erase one’s sane memory!
Evade it and run! (I say to myself)
Run to this illuminated end of the road
They will tend to your fake happiness still
Make you feel at your dwelling Ville
Nurture to the fading of your broken will
Hello, Goodbye…Bind yourself to the living dead
Join the herd of their cliché world
The dos and the don’ts of a despot desperate plea
Obey and bow and you may also kneel
To the greatness of what, to you, they may reveal
The living dead have made up their minds
They will not dread your innocent thoughts
They will shed your blood and spill it on their throne
You will succumb, you will submit to their will
Or would you rather be alone on your hill?
With your hunting hounds, with your thoughts still
No one will come around and bring you home
This, from now on, is where you belong
Your free thoughts have not forsaken you
Howbeit, you’re left alone
Amongst the rocks that surround you
Your heart will stand its ground as hard as a stone
The final redemption is forthcoming no doubt
As long as your patience river sees no drought
O God! I call thy name!
Hear my call of pain
Make this a bearable disdain
Or else my life shall no longer remain
Dear Nehal,
Welcome to the Poems & Prose family!
About the poem:
Let me start by commenting on the internal logic because thats the interesting part. That life is hard place to live in specially when lonely and that company often can be more dangerous than being solitary is agreeable to the extent that to be lonely is natural. Trick does not lay in how long one lived or how many he knew the trick is in living within himself; the attitude that "so what if on one wants to be with me, I can do it alone".
Life is supposed to test those who live it. How well we pass those tests is the real exam. Often we are confronted with situations which are very difficult to handle and painful to forget. Sometimes our brain don't function and introduce us to the right ideas. We call such times lean periods or sportsmen call them "to be out of form". How dearly we need a friend to be with us to weather those storms but trust me, friends can hardly help; its ur storm and u need to fight it yourself.
Your free thoughts have not forsaken you
Howbeit, you’re left alone
Amongst the rocks that surround you
Your heart will stand its ground as hard as a stone
The final redemption is forthcoming no doubt
As long as your patience river sees no drought
O God! I call thy name!
Hear my call of pain
Make this a bearable disdain
Or else my life shall no longer remain
Loved these line.
Title, language, beginning and end etc were fine..
Well written and keep writing.
Respectfully,
Amartya
Thanks a lot for this great
Thanks a lot for this great review!
:)
the poem deserved it... :)