Such solitariness I have known
Total. Complete.
The satisfaction of being myself
And me alone.
The breezes were my playmates
The rains were made for me
Who else had I need for
And who had need for me?
But then a yearning filled me
Strange and hitherto
Alien to my soul.
A disturbing thrashing around of my spirit.
I searched
I called
I wept
To the unfeeling skies above me
Surely, somewhere
There was someone else like me!
This solitariness I too have known
That I live and die
Alone.
Hello, Goodbye
Some day you will go
And it will be like your coming
The indifferent hello
When we met.
All hellos are the beginnings
Of all goodbyes.
But we stepped forward
Into the stream of the future
Into hello and goodbye
And into farewell
Long before farewell
Meant anything but
Hello.
Missing you
The stars made pinpricks in the dark curtain of night
The moon would not be rising
The night wasn’t for moonlight.
The halo around the streetlamp whirled
Spinning in a mad rainbow turmoil
The light of a firefly stammered along
In a code that no one can foil
I sat in the darkness waiting for dawn
Which was still so far away
A clock struck eleven
While I counted seven
Whole hours for day.
Then I shut my eyes and tried to sleep
But sleep would not come
For you had left me alone.
About the Creator
Rohini Sunderam
Rohini Sunderam, a Canadian of Indian origin who calls both Halifax, NS and Bahrain, home, is a semi-retired advertising copywriter. Her stories and poems have appeared in several international anthologies and online magazines.
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