Loneliness

Red roses .... aren't they lonely in the brocade vase

Colored only with the narrow slit of luminous light

The crimson blue curtains, bundled up in two triangles

The ocean slippers waiting to be slipped on

By unknown pairs of luxurious feet

The pages of the monthly magazine, being casually turned over

By the cool air .... as it dropped two petals of red flower

The corner of the room was dimly lighted

By an inch tall, yellow, matured yet dwarfed candle.

The bed was lonely feeling the need of a person

Who could hug it , make it feel better and better

And there amidst all this loneliness was a carefree soul

A lonely soul that loomed up from within a lady

Who peeped from her stony window sill

To glance onto her lonely past

Dunce thoughts nibbling at her mind

She stared blankly into the darkness

groping for light, searching for company

Yet none showing up, to her welcoming hug