What i Want..

Why is it so difficult to live alone?

Why cant loneliness be with happiness?

Why is it dat I need someone,

even when I don’t want to talk..

I hate the person who said “no man is an island”,

coz it is so damn correct!

Is this paranoia or is this the echo of my empty heart,

Which challenges me to prove that man wrong.

While I walk on this bridge that is narrow and high

But takes me to the world which although without people

Is so friendly and waiting to be mine.

I want to hear the unspoken,

See the unseen,

feel the things that one could only think.

I want an extraordinary life of a saint..

I want my brush and my paint…