It is as if you woke up
one late afternoon
everything became
strange with you:
place, time
names, relationships
and you won't ever be able to
reconnect them again
.
It's as if you are standing
on the coast of a still ocean
you turn your head back from far away
to a land teeming with melons
but you don't recognise any of them
.
Until now
while writing this poem
there is a vagabond
around every remote corner
spinning
to find himself
.
And beyond that...
Perhaps there is a passerby
In every empty alleyway
looking for a breathing space
.
The lonely are not
Lonely
while they are together wandering
searching for
the scattered pieces of their souls
.
if
there
is
still
a glitter
of hope
for searching
and finding
A beautiful and inspiring poem so well expressed and presented.
it talks to me of the aging mind, slowly losing its grip on time and place but still capable of searching for love, for a fragment of familiarity... perhaps the reason that I see this is because it sounds like my beloved Father in the last years of his life
Yes, the lonely are not lonely if there is still that glitter of hope that fuels our spirit to soar.
There is always a sea of people following our crazy loneliness. Our thoughts never let us rejoice our solitude. Irony of life.
The lonely are not Lonely while they are together wandering searching for the scattered pieces of their souls. if there is still a glitter of hope for searching and finding----A great poem!
Wow! Such a magnificent poem with a great message...loved the way the poet has depicted the other side of loneliness...top score.
a sky full of stars for this intelligent and compassionate poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfect poem during this pandemic and lockdown period. We do find ourselves in such situation often.5***