A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

The Loneliness of a Thought

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From emotion
Sometimes
From a word
Or perhaps
Just a fleeting
Glance of a razor-sharp look

Maybe
The raw suddenness
Of an unguarded
Moment of pain
Refracting, unknowingly

The single colour
Of white-hot pain.

A twitch of a
Muscle in the cheek
Lips bared
In the semblance of a smile?
Fingers nervously
Drumming
To a rhythm in the head
Averted eyes-
Stealing glances
Desperation writ large
In indifference.

All this, to that
Lonely Thought.

And sometimes
From it.

That single thought
But.

To populate a vacuum.

15 December, 2014

Written as part of #RamblingsInFebruary, Day#18
Disclaimer: 😀 😀 This blog is likely to feature multiple blogs over the next few days… to get to the magic #28, in just another four days 😀 Please bear with the rambler 🙂

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

3 thoughts on “The Loneliness of a Thought

  1. Sometimes just a tiny something reveals a lot. Doesn’t it?
    Btw, I am really glad you are determined to keep at it (and finish) even amidst your busy schedule. Way to go gurl! 😀 😀

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  2. Pingback: Ramblings In February – Mission Accomplished! | A Quest on Overdrive ... :)

  3. The grey cloud comes back
    White-hot pain attack
    Nature abhors
    Vacuum mores
    Do give that lonely thought a great big thwack!

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