The Parable of a Lone Traveller
In search of livelihood,
I stayed alone,
roamed around—
at times, in the luxury of cities,
at times, in the inadequacy of my native place.
In hindsight, I tried to trace
the missing point!
I belong to none.
The parable of a lone traveller:
the more you listen,
the less you realise.
Emptiness, laced with silence.
The path of a commoner,
always uncommon!
A Lone Star
A star that shines so bright in the night sky,
It shines through the darkness,
But there are no other stars beside it.
It is alone, so is it lonely?
Or does it want to be alone?
Even when there is no one around this star,
It is still able to shine so bright.
It is the only light in the darkness,
And you can't help but stare at it.
You can't help but admire it
And wonder,
How can it shine so bright?
What made it shine like that?
Is it because of the darkness?
Or is it something else?
Does it have a reason why it shines like that?
Is it for itself?
Or is it for someone else?
Will someone be guided by its light,
Or will no one notice it?
Will its light eventually grow dim?
Or will there be someone to take care of it?
In the end,
Was the star able to fulfill its purpose?
yesterday's
too far away
and i'm gone
tomorrow
you're sleeping
all alone
hold to the music in our hearts
because sometimes
there is nothing else left to
A deep gloom
Is your room.
Yet there's none plusher curtained.
Willow-hung.
Heart of sighs
Touched now cries.
Old ripples, therein waking.
Through what's sung.
I brought a lone red rose for you today.
I thought not to bring a glass and water.
We do not have much time here anyway.
I guessed it would be wise not to bother.
You would not want to pack a dozen more.
It would be a waste to leave them behind.
A bundle is often is hard to adore.
A rose by herself will forever shine.
I set the rose on the empty table
To lay alone with a simple grace.
It is the only way I am capable
Of giving your heart the proper embrace.
I brought a rose to celebrate your birthday.
As the years pass, I come to love you so.
The rose is a gift in my humblest way,
To return the love you have always shown.
lone lantern holds
its thin flame upright
while shadows argue
about the meaning of light
Who's the lone wolf? Why does he rave?
If you ask me, he needs a shave.
Watch out, better take a step back.
You never know. He might attack.
Chill, everyone, it's just me - Dave!
sparrow sits in tree
cooled off by the fanning leaves
as summer heat hits
THE LONE GULL
Haloed by sunshine, the lone gull descends
from the sky and hovers over the waters.
Walking on the waves, dips its beak catching fish
in waters where I would not dream of casting nets.
Then, spreading its wings cruciform,
wholly ghost-like, ascends into the heavens.
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A lone tear trickles down her tender cheek
Abashed, she blushes, as is her wont
The tear removed, her duress concealed
in her heart, a rift revealed
Deep in her chambers, something’s amiss
Though the hearth is ablaze and the table’s just so
Who is to say what triggers emotions
of angels who dwell at edges of oceans
when lightning struck all fuses melted in the fire
no more circuit breakers to interrupt the inevitable
stillness loneliness darkness and necessary change
reflections without light can be very illuminating
at first the images showed shattered past and emptiness
fear of whether a mosaic of joy could ever reemerge
doubts and resentments clouded sound judgement
while emotions played inner tunes of havoc and angst
and yet as introspection reached out to a future
tentative sounds of happiness crept in once again
only he himself would shed the load of the past
and loosen the weight in his body mind and spirit
instructor walks alone
village bound to teach their rights -
heads bristle, scorn the call.
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Boots crunch on gravel,
frost-kissed mesquite by the creek~
hot cider steams up.
Lone Star lights the oilfield towns;
Santa wears a bolo tie.
May Mjölnir's might strengthen you.
May your thoughts flow from Runic streams.
May your chosen path feel miraculous,
And may the northern winds uplift you,
So that Yggdrasil fills you with kindness!
May Frigg ignite your divine visions!
May Freyja summon fertile dreams.
May Magical Mead pour freely from above,
Letting your courage lead to valorous action!
Walk the forest's path, where unique trees and flora thrive.
Listen to the wildlife 'round the trees.
Meet your inspirational animals,
And live boldly as one who ventures forth with courage,
Allowing the vines and flowers to entice you---
That they may be your good companions.
The Lone Wolf
These footprints in the snow
have a heartbeat of one.
A unique rhythm to the steps
yet familiar to some.
The lone wolfs breath
dense as winter’s air,
eyes glow through the fog
with their intrepid stare.
The wolf moves onward
with a steady pace,
leaves bristle in the wind,
echo with grace.
The solo journey
we all finally take
guide us away
from all made mistakes.
As the sun sets each day
Til” death,
the hour of the lone wolf
will fall upon us all.
Life with love ones
will come and go,
but the heartbeat of one
will always walk alone in the snow.
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