No one's coming.



It’s such a relief sometimes to know that no one’s coming; No one’s coming to get you. This night is endless. The door is bolted. Home alone. It’s such a remedy to be alone. All your life you have waited for someone to come and get you. But not tonight. You have got no place to go to. No answers to answer. No second voices. Just the vice of sinking into an abyss. This abyss beautiful, soothing as hell. Hardly any pretension. Company is overrated, may be even love is. Love too is overrated. Heart is one complete thing. It needn't await fucking completion, not a piece in a jigsaw that needs fitting in. Home alone, this is nearly perfect. Nearly. Misery has taken a backseat. It’s soon vanishing into the horizon I am leaving behind. No one’s coming to get me. 

6 comments:

Ghadeer said...

There's relief in solitude. I agree.

Titash RC said...

You feel a lot like mankind does in the Universe. No other form of life but our own, to put up with.

prateek mathur said...

Being in solitude is good. Yes. But a very thin line in being a loner and being lonely...the other side isn't pretty..

Krish said...

I have felt this way, at the point where I could stop even hoping and watch things with an indifferent listlessness...it is soothing indeed.

wildflower said...

@Titash
Vy apt parallel

Vagabond said...

...and this is how I feel tonight.If I could write I would have written the exact same lines. No one is coming...no one.