झरोखा - A window to my soul

The Enigma of Being Alone

The smile on my face,
the hollow in my chest,
the joy of my words,
the chaos of my mind,
is an ache that ensues,
but wouldn't let me rest.

The world can't love me,
the world doesn't love me,
the world wouldn't love me,
How far will I go,
before they realise,
that I'm as unlovable as I can be.

Left alone to stew in her own sorrow,
never a first choice,
but always something to borrow.
Is this how will it always be?
or will it last
till I forget the sound of my own voice.

Perhaps I'm the one to blame,
why else would I hide my shame?
For the one who is loved,
the world remembers her name.

A loud sigh,
a deep breath,
the hunched shoulders,
all signs of my defeat,
as life kept playing
the episodes of my failure,
on repeat.

Nevertheless the ending of this saga
is destined to be tragic,
but before this enigma of solitude
consumes my being,
for once I wish to be among the stars,
So bright and full of magic.