Don’t you feel useless at times?
That you are hollow words
The lessons of loneliness are deep like its pains
Don’t you feel like a frog croaking from a corner in monsoon?
Don’t you feel like the ancestral clock, just to look at and sigh
Don’t you feel like the ancestral home, swept, mopped and locked
Haven’t you felt the pangs of loneliness?
Isn’t it like conversing with darkness?
It’s like you see the moonlight stretched itself as on a mat on the floor
It’s like a vacant look in the eyes of a just awake
I owe my sanity to many lonely moments
-by Santhosh Kumar Kana