In life I feel lonely,
But what matters are the stars,
Which resonate in me as an essence of my being.
Sometimes I am where I do not belong
Belonging is something that comes with love,
Am I incapable of love,
Seems I wait for someone who cares for me,
I find solitude which runs in me
Why do I suddenly feel a void?
A space which cannot be filled
A space that expands
And makes everything duller.
Why is there fear,
Fear of being hurt,
Hurt is felt by the ego
That burns in us through ages
No end it finds,
Nowhere it stops;
Then why do I fear.
Why do I consistently want to find someone like me?
Who understands me,
Who am I looking for
I don’t know,
But I do believe that;
The one I look for is no one else but me
To find your own self from the depths of soul
To know who you are
Is a question often unasked?
Why is there anger when we are made of love
Why does our soul not get relinquished?
I want to know myself
And believe that I am alone
I am only my own best friend
But the truth lies in the fact,
That the wise people always end up alone.