"It's never a lonely place when you have someone you truly love beside you An empty feeling is when your longing for the one you love truly feel an absent of her/him beside you like dusty summer longing for cold air shower of rain embrace"
Sometimes I miss the child within me... he emerges in the lonely hours shy among all the matured...often he laughs for the person I pretend to be.....and he whispers, 'My brain was vacant, my pocket was empty but nothing made me gloomy
“The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas. The challenging days of my existence may or may not be bright and promising. Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If I insist on being pessimistic, there is always tomorrow. Today I am blessed.”
Neither one can penetrate in to the world of another nor can assimilate with its own. So long the individual exists there cannot be a union of the two. The coalition is just an adjustment to avoid fear of insecurity being lonely which at last breeds friction and suffering. Only in the death of the individual there is love which has unlimited space to include all.
The poem is about comprehension of beauty. While looking for an apt image, I came across this and learned about Wabi-sabi. I am a Wabi-sabist partially. Actually I had seen an image of an empty worn out wooden chair on Gabriel Garcia Marquez's celebrated novel One hundred years of solitude, although the theme was isolation and endless waiting there, I like that. I am fascinated by still lonely images in exotic interior spaces.
(Charu Gandhi. In response to the poem 'Just Another')