Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?



The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…


It’s winter again, the sky above his life is still maroon, he is still walking alone amid crowded metro stations, he is still gulping the same purple wine, he is still looking like a confused soul. His inability to communicate with friends, his fear to conquer the everlasting darkness is pushing him towards the tunnel of no return. The winter sunshine isn’t soft, it’s pricking him, he isn’t feeling suffocated, he is just capturing the joy of the spun-out loneliness. 


People stare at him when walks, he feels like an alien and a rejected soul, he is strange, he is hungry, he isn’t normal, he is about to go insane. Loneliness is a curse but for him it’s that beauty in disguise. He isn’t bothered about his boredom; he never whines about the paranoia, he is always in search of the mysterious human life following him like a shadow. 


Let the trains fly, let fishes walk, let the moon swim, let the open sea greet you, let the loneliness be there. He smiles again, he tries to feel the dead lilies, he closes his eyes to feel the delight, to feel the wonderful curse that’s bestowed upon him. He isn’t unhappy, he is just fine. He isn’t complaining, he is just moving along the whimsical tide…

Image: latoro

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful writing!
    We all should embrace loneliness and not run away from it.

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