A Monologue with Loneliness

Things seem to have changed. The darkness doesn’t look like darkness. The lively aspect of living life is so unpredictable; nobody actually knows what the crux is or what the greener aspect is. Today, I may feel, I am alone, though the creatures surrounding me may not. Actually, the “Loneliness” is something, which a person feels when he is isolated. This isolation makes a man to think himself is if he is in solitude, feeling of being in an abashed position when he intends to interact with the people around him.

The methodology of living life is so vivid that it’s very difficult to indicate whether a person is alone or not. There is a lust for the attainment of “ Nirvana”, a place where people move towards searching for pure peace with solitude. The air seems to be mundane when people are around. They show the aspect of group dependency. A colloquial trait that may be a good servant but when it invades it’s a bad master. The comparison between two creatures though physically same but mentally different would give a clear picture of what it is to be when in solitude, the singleness of life, above all the living up of a more pious environmental aspectual life. The following example would be an incandescent view of what is theoretically discussed above.

Two creatures, very nice friends, physically same but mentally so distinctive that it was evident in clarity. The first creature had a lot of work yet never depended on any one for its fulfillment of deeds nor did it wear away from the work that it was assigned for. Though the second creature had less work yet it had knowledge but lacked something known as “ Self Confidence”. The second creature lost its effortful ness as it always felt lonely. Every time the second creature had some problems, the first creature came up for its help. This continued and… in the due course the second creature became so dependent that even a dry leaf from a tree of its thoughts would not brake off without the prior consent of the first creature. On fine day the first creature died. Here came the biggest malice in the whole story. The second creature was alone. Now the workload that an infant would do looked like a huge rock for the second creature. So difficult that it got into catastrophic difficulties of how to live? The plight, the second creature had been into is a perfect example of how group dependency or for that matter dependency towards one may be a bad master in abet.

There is a different dependent factor in one’s self. No one can be independent. This is because of a very simple reason. You may pose that you are alone and you are not in consultation with any of your mates etc., but… you forgot one person whom you cannot afford to forget… while getting the consultation. It is nothing but the one’s self that exists within your self. Your “ Brain” its thinks, it gives verdicts, its emotes, it does everything. Hence making it dependent onto itself. You appear, as a slave to it doesn’t you?

The above stated views may seem like a spiritual prodigy but one thing is sure, what ever they are, they are true. Every person would feel himself as in solitude in some point of time or the other. Lets take another example. A person who has a huge mob of friends, who have always been a source of help for him, once if a situation comes where he has to go on for a aspectual event himself, he would feel as if he is all alone and the loneliness will be like a nightmare for him; consequentially he would feel everyone has left him, though not intentionally yet this time no one is with him as he is alone. That’s what is the feeling that invades the minds of people generally.

Loneliness is such a dire nightmare when it comes to one’s self. There are so many ways by which a creature of this world tries to weaver off the so-called loneliness. Some may try to jot their feelings out, some may divert their mind to some thing which may be a bad consequential event or some may even go up to the extent of killing them themselves. The sad mistake that they all make is only one collectively. They forget the brain that they possess that is something, which they can use for free. They have the full right to implement it and redefine their thoughts. This is the remoteness of the brain and its usage.

This is the story of a expectant bird

Which had expressions but lacked in words,

It tried to fly high on the blue sky

Forgot the fact, it was too small to fly,

Abet came from all venues

Instigated it to reach all avenues,

The flock didn’t want it to go

As the head wanted it to bow,

The instinct of the bird was so risen

It left the flock where its roots were laiden,

Far into the dark skies, it flew away

So far that it lost its way,

Dismayed and starting it sat down the seashore

Waves hitting it down and under the seafloor,

Dusk descended employing the night

Moon as only the candle lit up so bright,

It tried to fly again…

Stars applauded at the speed it gain,

All alone yet in solitude with a difference

Raised high learning new techniques from a distance,

Racing ahead of falcons and eagles as the flock saw

A strange thrill running as a wood, cut by an electric saw,

The proud ness it felt over the heart

Seemed like a kid happy with a ride on a bullock cart,

Down as it returned to its flock

It was as new as a new kid on the block,

It attained experience of freedom

Left the mundane world of boredom,

This is the story of s successful bird

Which had feelings but lacked in words,

Hence to prove itself came up with action

It’s not a mere poetry but the truth of solitude in motion.

This was the bird I wanted to be, stalwart and fragile in its determinations. Though not every bird gets success but hard work never represses. This is the way life has been though different but a new experience within the hardships of loneliness.

This is how life goes on, rising and falling, living and dying and that’s the fact. The bird flies and flew away to glory. It’s life…that’s the way it’s lived. Efforts are always there; the only aspect that depends is the level of efforts and their implications.

Theories of life are different for everyone and challenging too. Challenges come and go away but the analogy of attaining the aspectual challenges is what differs. That’s the loneliness of not understanding one’s self. This is always there and will remain till the time sun and moon are apparent in the sky.

The imaginative view of the green heavenly grass

On the clearness of transparency it looks like brass,

This is the way imaginative life is

The realistic way is what is as it is,

That’s how people make a mistake

And employ a punishment at stake,

Please forgive me for all my cries

A leaf remains a leaf even if it dries,

That’s what they plead to hide their solitude

It’s a cowards’ way of expressing his fortitude,

Feelings of solitude invade my soul

Scattering me and my self from the ultimate goal,

I feel I am all-alone in this worldly mess

It’s nothing but the same solitude with a new violet dress,

I forgot one grave aspect of thinking

There is a brain, over which stars are twinkling,

Waking up towards a new dawn

Leaves going from green to fawn,

There lies a dry leaf with some sacred texts

Within it lays the whole knowledge containing pretexts.

No one can judge what the ocean of cries may exist within another. The expectations of being a pious being is when a person never thinks himself as alone. A person can attain more then what he expects only when he thinks, he has one true friend his soul and its allies will also consequentially come forward resulting in the death of loneliness. These aspects may lead to living a more pious and expectant fruitful life. It will hence be, because a person would never feel lonely even if the circumstantial evidences may seem so. This is the solitude in life. Aspects, loneliness and the resultant peoples’ mundane thoughts are essential and eventful.

People worry for a lot of things

They just forget, things are not in their hands,

For once or twice

They may seem good

But as the time passes by…

The green will change to brown

Adversity causes many to break

But as the autumn goes and the spring comes by…

Few get the instinct to break records,

Life goes on and on and on…

Whether or not you like…

The whiteness of the moon looks so nice

People forget… moon is alone in the huge sky

Still shining bright…

Loneliness is so nice…

As it teaches a new experience

An experience of living with brain,

That’s how life goes by…

Leaving the trails of solitude

Yet gaining the resistance…

Of reaching for the zenith filled space…

For there exists the ultimate goal,

Because I think sky is the limit…

Thee reach the limit that fascinates

Thy light will shine as the victory lingers.

Conclusively, their lies a chaos of whether or not there is a dawn where there exists no circumstances to promote solitude or loneliness that may result into dire consequences. The word alone has a lone strategically a venue where there lies the happiness, which many of us try to find. To seek what we have never seen or experimented. This is nothing but an instigation of loneliness. There is an attainment of a very unheard life. Different yet fruitful.

At last only two aspects lay… your self and your loneliness. It depends your wish to either chose the first one or the second one. Both lead you to the darkness of the unknown, which leads to the ultimate goal. A new dimensional analysis of what is known as solitudional loneliness. A vision of being lonely and being with people at the same instant. That’s a very common feature in everyone. This can be destiny but to be frank, even I possess this problem. Though I have many friends but I may feel at times that no one is with me when I need them. That’s so clear, though everyone wouldn’t get the clarification. That’s so easy to understand, that is dependent on how you interpret the factor of your self.

There is a dawn far behind the huge mountains

Fascinated am I as my mind has emotions of fountains,

Though you are within me

Still loneliness invades me,

Let me liberate to reach that incandescent zenith

Think not of my farewell but the love I bringeth,

For its something that I needed

And the blooming moon had pleaded,

I have you as I think

You are far as I blink,

I am all alone in the middle of this emotional desert

The darkness and he stars between them are your concert,

I know you are within me where ever I live

Will never forget the love and affection that you give,

Came alone to this world

But will go with a medal of gold,

It’s you my solitude

My love and my fortitude.

The expectant eyes are looking at the new dawn. So many expectations, desires and wishes, who has loneliness? Even if people don’t expect, your brain does. It works after all hard work pays even if not the expected, the unexpected and the under expected.