An Ode To Loneliness Poem by soham chakraborty

With a cup of warm coffee
And a flew flying thoughts around
I sat on my lonely chair, next to my lonely window
A few of the thoughts managed to pierce through my skull
And in ways i do not know, managed to take me into the winds
The lonely chair spoke to me like no one ever did
Maybe it was a language common to both of us
With simple words, so unknown, yet so real
Little verses which felt like doodles on my lonely mind
And before i knew, i was taken into a whole new sky
The wind left me at once, yet i didn't fall
I was in the solemn world of solitude unknown to all
A beautiful little world, i saw a wall, i saw no hands, i saw no brushes, i saw no palette
I saw no colours, i saw no marks
Yet i knew i was staring at a magnificent painting
Devoid of colours, lonelier than me
Yet magnificent
More detailed than anything could ever be
And then it spoke, like my lonely chair did
It Convinced me to stay
And now, i'm more alone than ever
But i wish to be this way