Tag Archives: Loneliness

Solitude

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Cowgirl, Eragny, 1887 by Camille Pissarro from google

Be merry, and your friends are legion;
Cry, and you cry all alone.

Sing, and the vales and the brooks will answer;
Sigh, and it echoes on the ether.

Smile, and men will seek you;
Wail, and they turn and go.

No one will refuse your best wine,
But alone you must drink spleen.

Bloom, and it helps you live;
But no one can help you die.

There is room in the grand ballroom of pleasure,
But one by one we go thru the tiny alley of pain.

Affair of the Heart

I know it through, see it through
many more
causing up my illusion
playing up my emotion.

I know it wrong, feel it wrong
evermore
I only think about it,
can I still resist it?

Irresistible, irresistible
I can’t fight the temptation
I can’t fight it any more.

it’s fanatical
it’s illogical
it’s magical

Forget about Reason
Never mind Rein
still I love the sensation.

Irresistible, irresistible
I can’t fight the heart
Nevermore.

Lost

my poem

I can’t see where Life is heading for now alone
With her head wondering in the sky clouded
Far and away from her once beloved Home,
A glass castle of Beauty forever vanished.

I want to know… Does she know she is lost,
Deluded by the wrong hands of Destiny,
Leading her to the Paths of Disappointment
To see her shedding veils of tears in Eternity?

Incongruent? Anachronistic?

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Where am I?…

The above-referenced adjectives are hard to choose when I describe my own self. Am I out of place? Yes, I feel frequently so when I talk with others and find myself estranged from their subject matters that are uninteresting. Anachronistic? Yes, when I listen to what others say about their life patterns and their perspectives on trivia, relationships, facebooks, etc., etc…

In fact, I always feel uprooted to the time and place where I do not belong or I do not seem to find much comfortable to live. Such feeling of estrangement from the present has developed a certain kind of malaise in me, which is akin to perpetual melancholy.

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Incongruent?

I often ask myself where I should be. My peers seem to have already established themselves in their lives whether it is at home or at work; they are married with children, tending the family matters as homemakers or they are successful career women in terms of social strata outside the home. No wonder do I feel alienated from the group.

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Is this all but an illusion?

I ask again myself. “Quo vadis?” Will I always be a stranger among these aggregates I encounter here at this time of my life? My true volition is to get a crystal ball that will show me the right avenue leading me to the right place in my life. Or seeing a chiromancer may fulfill my never-ending sense of premonition.

Or it might be that all these things that I talk about and feel are nothing but a Kafkasque dream; that all of the aforesaid and things I am writing down are not of a reality but of a very realistic illusion.

It’s a Litany of Saturday Night Melancholy. Thank you all for reading it.

Alone, alone, all all alone, Alone on a Wide, wide sea.”

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge