Since I touch her consciously,
The stillness of this air
Passing through my nostrils
Compelled me to sing a tone
To deepen this loneliness.
A stream of blood
Just squeezed out of my heart,
Two souls meet
To be separated apart.
Homeless is not only the home-less
I am homeless too,
it's been a long time
Since I met someone true,
Solitary and my silent prayers
Let me write again,
I write to every passing day
Withdrawing my life away.
Photo by Donald Teel on Unsplash Edited
I wrote this poem on behalf of an old gentleman whose wife is no more in the world. The woman who had been with him throughout life.
Do we ever realize his insecurities, nervousness and despondency? Ah! He is nervous to realize his remoteness in this freakish world.
@hash-tag is rigid about speaking truth in spirituality, technology and relationships. He is an Ambivert who is studying to dissolve the self.Feel free to share his work.
