Monday, March 28, 2011


I sat on the bench,
Waiting.
Looking around for
A face familiar, a bird
I could identify.
Ears strained for the chirp
Of a bird,
The sound of
A laugh, footsteps, a whisper.

I waited. All around was
Unfamiliarity. All was cold.
All I heard
Was silence.
I waited.
For what?

A hug from
A friend?
A man's closeness?
The sound of
A child's giggle?
I knew not.
But wait I did.

I got up. Left.
Alone, still alone.
As alone as ever.
As alone as when
I had walked in.
As alone as
I was yesterday.

As alone as
I would be,
Tomorrow.

Alone.
Always alone.

4 comments:

rakshas said...

to say you have talent is passe... thats what you are born with blessed with.. keep it up kiddo!!... and this one, want to give you a hug...knowing very well how it feels for you! i felt something like this for a long long time!

Vikas Chandra said...

nice..
loved the ending.
alone is the coolest thing..but its on perspective.
keep writing
shine on
-vC

Detached Attachment said...

Being Lonely - somethng every1 knows knows - but i think you have crafted the words in a vivid and lively sense...

Continue Moo-ing(or is it mooo-ing)

Cheers

S. said...

its a sad one.
Don't like sad from you.
:-\