by Atul Chandra Sarkar
I haven’t ever been lonely,
Whether in a sultry noon,
Or in some dusky evening,
Or under a half-eaten moon.
Loneliness has been my confidante,
The sharer of many a secret,
My solace in desperation assuring:
That someday they’ll regret.
She has seen my bruises,
The wounds and deep gashes,
She has seen agony,
Moisten my eye-lashes.
She has heard me groan,
Heard my lamentation,
She has seen me locked
In self-confrontation.
Quite oft she has caught me
In utter dilemma,
Together we have witnessed
The long-gone as cinema.
We have been together,
In autumns and springs,
Together into the blue skies,
We have taken wings.
In crying Monsoons
When I have mingled tears,
In howling winter winds
When gripped in unnerving fears.
There’s nothing like being
In company with my isolation,
Making true and honest confessions
In vacant conversation!
Last updated December 15, 2014