Monday, November 2, 2009

In Company.





Loneliness
is a kindness,
by someone,
more kind than you or me;
A palace made of golden time,
always risking stealth.
From where no one comes out,
and once came out never returns.
For, in there we'd be
in company with our-self,
our tears, our smiles, and our tastes.
For in there we'd be done with,
The nearness of people,
with whom our sorrows and joys are weaved;
who kill their sense at times,
when we need them the most;
who would ask us questions,
and questions alone;
Why, what, where and when.
But we cried, we smiled, and we tasted our- self.
Someone has shown us an unspeakable kindness,
someone more kind than you or me.
And thus we are in company;
in the company of loneliness.

5 comments:

shamna said...

Beautiful

Shamna

ANULAL said...

Thank You.

Anya said...

Lovely written
very touching story !!

Terri said...

I'm strangely drawn to this poem, Anu. The mood you have set with your words...Well that's what you do as a writer isn't it. So Me Ho this is another poem well done.

ANULAL said...

Thank you So much, Tia, and Anya. These words are soul boosters for me. You blessed me.

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