I often wonder how many
how many are isolated by fate
or by their own mistakes
how many are alone in this world
with all its romance and grief
with all its sorcery and deceit
the world flows by my door
like a river to who knows where
on the other side of that river
I see the faces of strangers
I see a sad fog of solitude
souls disconnected from touch
I hide behind a clever disguise
I hide behind a vacant stare
I look and pretend to know you
but I do not fool myself
I am nothing but an illusion
a flickering and dying reflection
alone in the immensity of universe
I am a stranger here
I am the invisible man
colorless and muted by shadows
no one sees me or hears my cry
my desolate tears fall in darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound write on isolation. Many of us especially the writers n the artists go through this feeling. The way you have put it into words is superb. The question what is our place in the immensity of universe has troubled us, we have tried to find answers through generations and still do so. A remarkable theme to write on.10
Thanks Nosheen. Yes, I believe many would identify.