Deserted Self...

Why this dreary loneliness;

a hollow, swollen effect?

While the rest of the world is moving around,

I stay here deserted. 

The more I try to be occupied

the less space I find, 

to move forward

I feel trodden, forbidden, left out 

by my own feelings. 

If I could change the time,

certainly I would

I would be me, Myself;

once again-

a sweet, lovely, carefree freak

but, this shallowness has stayed like a glue-stick;

attaching me to the same loneliness,

as if I am no one.

Why it's me?

Only me, it chooses to haunt?

Sometimes I give up

and surrender-

leaving everything apart,

just trying to release my memories as a draft.

I have sunken.

I have flown.

I have died. 

I am only a corpse now.

But, you still keep on haunting.

Loneliness!

you, do keep on haunting.

I will not run, how much you try

You dreary loneliness!

you keep on haunting

One day you will be tired of

running after this breathing dead,

finding yourself lonely.