ON BEING ALONE

solitude vs space.
2 different meanings .

but how many of us can enjoy solitude?

how much of silence can one handle?

how long can one remain isolated?

what amount of loneliness is too much to handle? does loneliness spell trouble?

in solitude, i think and reflect on my experiences, dreams,passions.
but do i think the same way when am lonely?nooooooooo.... seriously fear creeps in the moment i step from solitude to loneliness.

spending time alone is the best teacher. very truly said.

i have looked back quietly pondering over the very purpose of my life, getting philosophical n stuff.....though not all the time.
but loneliness means am out of my comfort zone.

growing up all alone has indeed conditioned me to face solitude, but when am struck with loneliness , i just duck out. its challenging! its not fun at all.
even worse, sleeplessness and loneliness - a real nightmarish combo strikes me very often.


Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
That means he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

its disgusting to say tht I FEEL LONELY.
its frightening. i feel am getting nowhere when this feeling sets in.
its like i have to walk on thorns all my life. i feel shattered.
its like my sky is always dark....thrz no silver lining !

past is hurting, present is killing and i have no idea what the future holds for me.
an empty feeling makes me cold. i have nothing to hold on to...am drowning in isolation. i feel hopeless. this hurricane of isolation is engulfing me ....faster than a rollercoster.
my sanity dangles.
am i walking the path of my own destruction?

I stand among ruins pondering upon elements tht I have triumphed and upon Time that has belittled my efforts. I hear voices that set echoes reverberating.

I question myself- who can reveal myself to my Soul?

There is a flame burning in my heart which devours my strength .

Iam staring at invisible things and wondering about incomprehensible feelings.

To me, grief is more beautiful than laughter. I crawl in grief as if tortured from the caves of hell and feel the quiet of the grave in me.

I wish to go through the Slumber of Eternity for I neither feel tranquil nor serene.

Words like honeyed poison haunt me thru Dawn n Dusk. The world has returned to savagery. People act as if the sea was created for them to wash their feet. My soul is mute.

My silent sleepless soul wears a mask torn by the agony of Life.

I begin to comfort myself- There is no end to my depth.

My soul ascends glorified like the night that is glorified by the twilight with its golden clouds.

Iam now boundless and calm; sightful and unquenchable.

I see the rays of Dawn gleaming to reach perfection revealing Life's glory. Enlightened, I humbly bow to wisdom, demolishing barriers and my soul extracts the aromatic scent of Life.

What can be stranger than Life?