By Sushmaa. T. M. R/ Suthanthira (pen name)
With none around,
I'm left engaged with my thoughts
On solitude.
With everyone around,
I'm left crowded with my thoughts
On anxiety
.
Somewhere in childhood,
I felt deserted from the corner of my heart
When my parents went out for groceries,
And my friends began to split tasks
Before I even joined the game.
But after years of age and maturity,
I had never desired to have companies around
That could fulfil my liking
For real purposes.
Soon after I was left alone in my own person;
I realised that there has been
An empty space,
Without any apartment to cross
Or any door to knock upon.
A lone mind -
A blank page a child spared
In a scribbled note,
A scribbled content an adult paired
In an organised row.
At the peak of loneliness,
I carved out
The true colours of life
In the celebration of humanity.
I'm a usual patient in the hospital of loneliness,
Who takes the medicines
Of self-love and care
From the doctors
Of motivation and meditation.
To me,
Loneliness is a hell
If missed living in the world inside.
By Sushmaa. T. M. R/ Suthanthira (pen name)
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