The New Nation - Internet Edition

It's a sunken loneliness that just drove me in to a deep dark.

Among the crowd how the solitary came to me?

But the reflection nobody could guess or one can help me to evade it.

In spite of frequent numbers of communication with others I can't dodge my thirst.

Even I don't know the reason for such murk.

When the city was clam and dark, while just a few numbers of people were on the street

I didn't feel such aloneness, rather that was joyous to me -

As I was brave to walk on a reverse pavement.

What was my inspiration that made me so proud to be on my feet?

I don't know that even.

In front of the glossy glass, many times I asked myself what made me so poor?

Why I couldn't get back just the same door where I stood happy a quite before?

The level of self-confidence I just asses frequently and I found no change there.

All are on the right track just like as before.

Then, where is the fragile sea shore that tries to thrust me in a sullen floor?

In a wide huddle, among a huge number of known and unknown faces

I wonder to see their nimble race, in a hurry they try to reach their places.

But I have no hurry to get my place, rather the closer I just come that just extend my distress.

I am not alone anywhere, even sometimes I am surrounded by some of my admirers.

Then how the solitary comes to me that devour me like dread forgery?

The day and night both are same to me also I can't differentiate my laugh and cry.

In both states I just live in a hollow grave and I can't remove myself with any try.

What was important to me that could provide a good support to my inner soul?

May be faith and trust or love and esteem, where my mind could touch a strong brim.

But where and when and how I lost them?

On the pavement among several sky skippers, beside several vehicles,

The chaos of city dwellers can't break my panic solitary.

It seems to me in my bonny face I have been carrying a hermit hickory.

But no one can see the same that's just my inner flame.

In spite of any sudden jollity I can't move that combustion.

In the theme park I am with my dearest children.

Just enjoying their endless pleasure and happiness but can't keep aside my agonize stress.

Or in a shopping mall I am just moving like a window shopper.

I could choose something for myself or others.

Once the escalator moving me to the top floor but nothing can give up such deplore.

Kazi Anjum

15.10.08