I bought loneliness as a whole, could have measured it along,
wouldn’t have hallucinated, if could have figured right or wrong,
the optimism reigned all way, didn’t let the other swap place,
had it been rain all way, wouldn’t have dearth for solace,

yet the soul conquers, some of the moments of the truth,
living in which all times, renders the faith below the lies,
yet being in reality seldom yields,the irony of the love,
floating in the water of trust, with the lust far above,

hands are empty, with the lines just like the carvings,
engraved all of a sudden, with gust of the fate,
forbid me to have love away, with such an indifference,
that leaves no turf for fervor,thus maimed by hate….

This poem was written/submitted by Karan.