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
4 comments:
Yes, Sometimes it is like conversing with darkness. That is the time when Silence Speaks Up! Amazingly written and filled with deep emotions :)
beautiful poem..............
"Haven’t you felt the pangs of loneliness?" ..
this line connects all of us to this poem...awesome
"I owe my sanity to many lonely moments" Well yes you do!
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