Loneliness

I lay in dark, in my room

Lost in thought, absorbed in memories

Loneliness, my constant companion, engulfing me.

I closed my eyes and mused of those days,

My mind drifting….

How wonderful it was to have someone special!

Her soft hands in my own,

Her sweet voice in my ears professing love;

The happiness, strength and support she gave,

I know I shall not have them ever again….

Tears emerge from moistened eyes

And roll down the cheeks,

Providing me with warmth, for which I crave.

What a substitute for human love!

In a spasm I spread my arms out, to reach for,

In search of comfort,

The touch of a compassionate being.

I felt so numb, so devoid of emotions and feelings.

What had I done to deserve such seclusion?

I wished I could sleep

An eternal slumber, from which none awake….

At least, that would end my agony,

The pain and suffering of a tormented soul.

Yet I had to survive for all those who needed me.

I drew satisfaction from hope

And hope… no, not from Life,

But from the invincible and inevitable Death.

A defeated person,

With shattered trust and a broken heart,

Alone… most strangely, I live on!

The Dreamseller

Wandering around in a steady gait

Expressionless eyes, impassive face

The Dreamseller journeys,

Through the paths of life.

Alone he walks, allowing none to be by his side

“Relationships enrich people’s lives,

But some are destined to remain alone!”

He brings happiness to people,

Crying himself within;

Never letting the world guess,

What pain lies beneath.

Loving and caring unconditionally,

A complain never escapes his lips.

He personifies hope, coloring the lives of all those

Who choose to look up to him.

People wonder, “Is he a human?”

For his eyes never betray emotions;

Yet they are soft and kind,

Showering others with peace and comfort.

However, those close to him, often find,

A glistening tear, rolling down the cheek;

Deftly he wipes it off,

Replacing that with a serene smile.

Like the Moon above, whom he passionately loves,

He touches others’ lives,

Himself remaining untouched.

There goes the Dreamseller…

He belongs to the whole world,

To him belongs none.