My faithful companion
Creeps in at the nick of time
To consecrate to himself
My toilsome flesh and soul
And as a compelling sleep
The sailor to the dreamland
Courts me on the intimate journey
Where rest opens door to creation
And as we alight at the creator’s realm
My fangs all buried
In my pouting pen
Oppressing the pleading papers
Loneliness, I hear your silent steps
I can not miss your sweet fragrance
You are my friend of intuition
I can not but heed your call
When I seem in crowd to be
With you in my world of thought
I am all alone
In spite of crowd or hall of fame
Chancing upon let downs
Riding upon want of tasks
The cleansing tonic apply
All broken hearts and idleness refined
How I love your solitary camps
How I crave for hermitage
The whole world for loneliness
Is not a balanced barter
For in loneliness, the world came to be
Who calls you what you are not?
Cast your spell on me at will
Take me to my root
Make a Moses of me
Impart the wilderness grace
Of forty days and nights
Take me beyond the ephemeral
To the busy world of loneliness
The place to be with the Alpha
1 comment:
The moments we feel alone can be put to better use. we feel lonely when we are broken hearted, when we feel unwanted, or even when we are less busy, idle.
Rather than becoming the devil's workshop, such moment could be used for creative work. We need to pull away from the crowd atimes to think and be creative. Come up with ideas that can transform our lives.
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