Walking alone, standing alone
Writing those few words about loneliness while sitting alone, with me these roads are alone
No single aspect of life is travelling with me, burden of memories are travelling with me
But surprisingly i am not sad, why i am not sad?
Alone journey entirely, entirety
Telling this over and over, i didn't choose this for me, some unknown destination chose this path for me.
It was painful, it's painful
But never stopped, about my pain never talked.
It's not the only and exclusive story in this world, but it's my exclusive and only story in this world
I wrote this story in every moment, reliving my every moment
These moments are black and white, stood by with what is right
Still following my destined path, surprising path.
I am an individual, my path is individual
I don't know if i am living in the moment or not, i am feeling every moment, i know about that
It's a wrong path or my inner calling i don't know, it's a calling, i know
Lonely day, alone every single day.
"This is my original and opinionated work".
(Pictures are edited and used from the Canva application).
Thanks and regards,
Chiranjeevi Sarikonda
(Spread Love, Spread Kindness)
Stay Blessed