Such is Loneliness

Listening to a mosquito buzz
in the silent hours of night –
hovering around, buzzing –
the only sound.

Such is loneliness.

Watching an ice-cream melt –
dissolving in itself;
the cream dripping down your fingers,
making your palms sticky.

Such is loneliness.

Staring at the full moon
playing hide and seek with the clouds
while lying flat on the floor of the terrace,
hands crossed to behind your head.

Such is loneliness.

Blinking to an open book,
reading lines;
re-reading  lines;
no pages turned.

Such is loneliness.


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