Loving Loneliness
Should my being alone
Turn loneliness?
Is it wrong
Even if aloneness
Turns loneliness?
Isn't each moment of aloneness
A treasure?
Isn’t each loneliness
A challenge-filled world in itself…?
Does a primrose suffer darkness?
Has a lotus got averseness of mud?
Doesn't a cactus enjoy the desert?
Don’t wild flowers take pleasure
In blooming midst harshness…?
Turtles, whales,
Leopards, bears,
Jaguars, Pandas,
And Orangutans
Enjoy being alone than in crowds...
Love your being alone
And feeling lonely...
Best of arts and grafts,
History is a witness,
Have born out of
Being alone and
Feeling lonely...
The only person
I feel free to love
During my loneliness
Is my very self.
I become my friend.
I become my lover.
I become my admirer.
I become my adorer.
I become my art.
I become my craft.
I become my pot and potter.
I become my creation and creator…
I plunge into action
Like an adventurer.
I am being born
Or rather I take birth
As an art, artist;
Sculpture, sculptor;
Music, musician;
Poem, poet...
Do not be depressed, hence,
Or become downcast
When the crowds fail
Applauding you…
Get out!
Get away!
Enjoy being alone;
Being lonely...
09 October 2022
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