Cerebral Zephyr

This thought hasn't occured the first time. The closing walls of solitude, pushing their way boldly, without hindrance to crush my being. My will has left me, i can't fight these solid walls that threaten the peace of my mind. The truth is out there, the shadow of loneliness that has cast a gloom over the landscape. Feel abandoned sometimes, alone amidst a crowd. A lone warrior, left to face the world that has long turned its back on him.

How must the warrior go on?? How to sustain the truth that resides within? The answers are numerous. Go out, enjoy yourself, loosen up, all these come in volleys. My conciousness flickers and falters but steadily burns to ward off these attacks upon its very essence.

The truth must be accepted. The bitter pill must be swallowed. I cannot get out. Not because i can't, but because i choose not to. I don't know why, but the life of a recluse beckons me, but yet the yearnings of the world are still too strong. And so i live, so i reason with the limitlessness residing within for the demarcated world outside.

I am alone, cold , and withdrawn. There are souls that are near me, but reside far away. Their spirits locked away in bodies in places further off on land or sea. I choose not to think about them, lest i feel alone.

This entry is an ode to all those that feel lonely at some point of time or the other. Or people who choose to stay alone because they either haven't met anyone or have not felt the overpowering urge to meet , once they are touched by a soul from the outer recesses of their inner sanctum.

Yours,

Cerebral Play