I am the lonesome love, aloft in the forlorn heart,
amongst the flashy lust and shrunken idyllic trust.
I dreamed that I was made in the garden of Heaven
to prevail harmony in these charismatic beds of Earth.

But in my mind’s authenticity, I know now who I am;
yet I shine incessantly like the Sun and shed warmth
to all within the midst of their freezing compassion
in the swirling atmosphere of fathomless heartburns.

I never complain of my loneliness to any single heart
but deep down inside, I know how much lonely I am;
I have ghastly insomnia and I am interminably awake,
sometimes my own warmth burns my soul’s memoir.

Yet I don’t remonstrate for I am estranged from all,
I am forlorn and have no one to heal my hearts burn.
I reside in the great height but I have the lowest joy
but still I smolder my heart and dispense love to all.

If you think I am happy then try being me for once,
then I vow, you will never want to be me anymore.
For, I am the lonesome love, aloft in the forlorn heart,
amongst the flashy lust and shrunken idyllic trust.


Copyright Bhuwan Thapaliya.