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I am very Hopeful that everything would be fine…
Things get dense and darker as college progresses,
thunders of dooms hounds over and above,
my savior will he ever come.
Catching up with the pace of Dubious World,
I feel like sitting down for long alone hours Thinking of ME…
These days will never be so scorching again,
may the joy of hell and sorrow of heaven,
be visible to this entire Human Race…
The colors of Spring Autumn Winters and deadly Summers,
make me all the more tethered,
splitting up and aching down relentlessly,
I feel like sitting down for long alone hours Thinking of ME…
I now a loner look around to people, jigsaw puzzled with others.
Like a melancholy of experiences, enchanting voices of critics on me,
I feel like sitting down for long alone hours Thinking of ME…
When did I see myself comparing with them, but to them…
The idea of irrefutable and objective facts,
make me drenched with reconciling emotions.
I am not a dead fish in the shop, but
Depends on the equipment you pick to fish.
The asynchronous nature of ‘friends’ pests in disguise
allows contours of relationship at a slower pace.
Before losing it why do I hate giving it a chase,
I feel like sitting down for long alone hours Thinking of ME…
I know what it takes to stand alone in the crowd,
I know what it takes when everyone around feels you good for nothing ,
I know what it takes to wait for a Hug which would never arrive.
But I don’t know the joy of being told,
“O Boy!! Don’t worry, things would be fine.”
I don’t know the pleasure of being understood,
I don’t know the comfort of being appreciated.
Some praises which I receive may be plenty , but plebian.
Some critics which I receive may be less now, but furious.
People considered me a Bad Boy,
but I am now, all the more colder, harder, and with less fears of “Opinions”.
I now totally lack the virtues which accompany respect and respectability.
If I cannot lead, I go alone…
When not talking to myself, I now wear a mask,
Solitude now finds a place in me, inaccessible to praises or blames.
I once have heard,
“Conversation enriches the understanding, but solitude is a school of Genius.”
Didn’t know the crux though, till I started realizing my innerself.
I was gaining back my vaporized powers,
new optimism started spooking in.
Someone was influencing my positiveness,
Someone’s presence and someone’s absence.
Was this someone “My Solitude”?
I now feel like sitting down for long alone hours thinking of this ‘someone’.
I now recollect all the happenings in my undergraduate years,
As a ‘light’ of learning experiences,
As a ‘pleasure’ of standing alone,
As a ‘joy’ of fighting it out alone,
As a ‘ride’ of feeling the enriched side of doing it Alone.
Now after thinking for sometime
I realize that I have become complacent with these traits of lonesome
and my breath now goes more deep,
exploring my inner enchanting and cautious solitude.
Life goes on like a moving train.
Halting when you ‘grow’ weak,
and grabbing speed when you get coal of motivation.
For long I used to think the other way,
“ You take power”, but now it is known to me
“You empower yourself”, that’s how you grow in power
I now think of running for long hours, in search of ME…
Trains have always taught me a lot
meeting new people , taking new lessons
I wish I can be in so much riches one day
so I can give it to all the beggars in the trains.
I now want to be in a race of meeting umpteenth new faces,
searching in each of them the ‘Unusual’ ME…
Looking outside the window, different forests,
Looking outside the window, different places,
Looking outside the window, different people,
All just give me a glimpse of ‘Active’ ME…
Now surrounded by people and facets of new life,
I think of sitting down for long alone hours
searching of that lost ‘Alone’ ME…
THE END