photo credit: parag shah

The pain of my loneliness engulfs me

Like my long shadow is longer than me.

Most say I have no reason to complain

But none but oh, where's the one who can understand the pain

The pain of being in a crowd and yet being alone

The pain of being unable to mourn

The death of a child yet born

That I could have carried life on

The death of a father a deeply loved

And could never him cuddled

The image of being thrown out of place I so dearly loved

To be thrown out oh I ask did I deserve to be so humiliated

I seek my happiness in others

But the others are busy in others

And as the morning light awaits my death

I shall ask my pulse about my health

It will smile, for it must have faded too...

Behind every fading life

Lives a loot

A loot of wealth and celebration

Of a burden oh so gone...

An ebbing life is like a celebration

Of the life coming in celebration

Of the man so dead...

I am not who I was,

I never will be who I am now

Yet, History says

What was, shall always be

What will be, always was

Me ,trapped somewhere in the loops of History...

Parag Shah

October 2012