Lonesome Without You

Have you ever wondered how alone would I be? While gazing at the moon and walking by the sea While the gentle wind would play with the tresses of my hair And the chilly breeze would freeze my salty, flowing tears While the Mother Nature’s shower would be tapping at the pane And I could hear the whistling of the distant trains Have you ever wondered if what is solitary’s pain? While I would pass by the sweet dwelling that we shared The times when we had fought, and the moments when we cared While I would feel affrighted by a terrifying nightmare The times when I would be surrounded by the unseen fears When there would be a winning, a time to celebrate Or a phase of failure, a stroke of ill-fate While the sonance of the silence would all that be heard And the surrounding views would go on getting blurred While the soul would lastly be liberated and set free Will you then be wondering if how alone I had been?