Subtle pangs of lonesome nights,
Gripped me once, twice and thrice;
I raced down a lane two and three,
Towards endless pavements,
Having no one to see.
I felt my breath, too cold to feel,
I begged my heart to let it conceal-
It’s banging throbs, for afraid I was-
Of a staring stalker about to crash.
I crept like a cat, I slithered like a snake
My cheeks getting warm like a hot pancake
I sneak peeped in and I sneak peeped out
As I stared at someone in the mirror in doubt.
Left I was in widening awe,
For it was me whom I saw
In the hustle and bustle of life’s marathon
I found myself, I was reborn!
Alone! Alone! I thought of the self,
As a forgotten book on a messed up shelf,
Yet to be lonely has it’s miracles to do,
It’s the sublime state when You finds You.