What kind of loneliness is it,
where we can speak but still we resist.
So many ears eager to hear,
but still we doubt do they really hear?
Maybe that's the problem we bear,
everyone just wants to hear.
Just hearing what we want to say,
people hardly understand what we actually pray.
Knowing us is an easy part,
but understanding is the main art.
Such loneliness feels like nothing & everything at the same time,
but still we have to say so many things without waiting for the right time.
In these thousands of people,
we just need 2 ears who would not repel,
& and a heart which understands everything like a honest pupil.
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poetry"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
