Me And Myself … 1203-2k13 Comments

Loneliness penetrates in the soul of the poet. Personified beautifully, it is now a companion of him. This lonesomeness is also a blessing to give birth to such poetry. a silent scream unheard so loud echoing somber rip and tatter of a soundless shadowy shroud These lines remind me of Keats’ Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; So keep on playing your soft and serene melodies.

Great penning. Who can relate better to this poem of loneliness than me :)

an honest, sad and lonesome scribe. as always an excellent job done. well crafted too.

A wry poem so touchin n creative on loneliness as if! But speaks marvelously to all in fab poetic language soo impressive. Am bac readin writin.