TRYING to BLEND into this FORLORN WORLD when PEOPLE continue to DISAPPOINT …
WHY do YOU have to be this LONELY?
“I LOVE YOU, I really don’t care if you need to stay up all night bellowing like the wind. All I wanna say is that I’ll always be there for you.”
“The MOST terrible POVERTY is LONELINESS.”
I wrote this Article 3 years ago, on a bleak day in November 2009.
It has always been one of my firm favorites for its easy spread of poetic indulgence.
Today, I am bringing the essay back, completely unabridged, with its warts, bruises, everything.
I am trudging memory lane, so pray, help me.
“This storm is breathing, brewing, bellowing …..
Outside of the window, you watch the rain pelting down heavily -
coupled with the howling of wind,
Frenzied passerbys with umbrellas are busy scurrying pass,
The overall mood is depressingly cheerless,
Awww … isn’t the desolate sky reeking in a thousand gloom?
ARE YOU LONELY, my friend?
Yes, LONELINESS can come calling and crawling like ants all over you,
When love dies,
WHEN LOVE FINALLY DIES ….
We make mistakes, big and small, comic and tragic.
We pledge commitment, in all sincerity, to another person, only to realise later that our love and passion for the person isn’t as deep as we once thought and believed.
From there follows the broken promise, the bitterness and heartache and the guilt of having misled someone despite our best intentions.
Rainer Maria Rilke [1875-1926], her poem ‘Loneliness’ is full of angst and anguish.” …
“Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs towards evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
HAVE YOU FELT A STAB OF REAL PAIN RECENTLY? DID YOU BLEED?
Life can never be complete without its share of bruises and pains, as this old buddy pointed out to me last night.
He lamented that he’s always been a much misunderstood person.
A loner by choice, he’s growing progressively lonely unwillingly, without any amount of good friends in sight.
His business world has literally collapsed, his venture bombed, as he was let down by his ex partners who had taken flight, leaving him for greener pastures. Reality jolts.
It is sad that in this business world you’ve to take care of your welfare first.
Loneliness is a bitter pill that can stab you through your heart.
Even your shadow leaves you when you are shrouded in darkness.
Every man adorns a “protection” mask, a facade to conceal his true self, as he goes about doing his daily tasks.
