Marooned on the island of loneliness Shadows of delusion confront me In a stormy sea, I got shipwrecked And the sea has robbed everything from me What unanticipated change comes over When people let you down What a shocking realization it is To know that there is nobody around to care. On coming face to face, will anyone acknowledge me Or will a happy smile light upon any face? I am now a drying brook That once has been a river in spate A deflated balloon unable to soar high A blind bird that cannot see a dawn Nor sing a song to wake the sleeping world My scars are like deep cuts On an ill-maintained tarmac road I sleep in endless weariness, And grope among dark spaces I vacantly look into the far horizon When the broken shards of moonlight Paint pictures of dark demons around me Like a bird that with nightfall Returns to a tree to call out its solitude to the stars I sit here alone, Alone, alone, Not knowing to whom I shall call out! Will the stars keep me company? Tomorrow, should I go into exile or wake up With the hope that my pain will go into remission And my soul’s cry will be heard by some attentive ears! Or will my frozen inside thaw by itself in time?
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