summa

An Isolated Flame...

Its a fretful feeling of being with a Not-to-have best Friend,

Yes, We are best friends,
She is the Big dot-but not a Full stop-in my Biography
Nevertheless, Without her I cant be....
Though she is irascible, She was very nice to me,

But a day has came, When She left my hand
I was Very happy for that.... ????

She came to my life again after few yrs.
She Became a True companion for my woes,
I felt, How Unlucky I am,
But I am yet what I am .....

Feeling down Or depressed,
She is my melody....

Back from work - Tired and torn,
She sits and hugs,
She adorned my space...

Hitting Mattress - Drained and stumbled
She snuggles and Sings,
She empathizes me

Exhilarated or unhappy; She is the book to read.
Fretful or anxious; She is gelid to quench.

How Unlucky I am,
But I am, yet what I am ......

When Her Hand on mine,
Thousands words on mind

My Pages have been rolled away by
Frequenting out with her,
To Films - to make her happy.
To Treks - to indulge her in nature..

She became a mystery on,
the Pages of my history..

Well Paired we are,
Me and "My Loneliness", A best friend of mine
Yes, she is the best friend of mine

How Unlucky I am,
But still I am yet what I am...

When no one cares or knows,
I am the self consumer of my woes...
Subtle thoughts of solitary,
rise and vanish in memory....

When into nothingness of mind,
Life expects juvenile bind..
My very soul in fiery flames,
With the shadow of simple blames.

Solitude is sometimes arresting,
Sometimes detesting....
But, I love me as I am
because...
I am yet what I am....

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Am keeping it quite short by
longing for the Great past..............
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Ivann,
Karthi.