Echoes are Louder when Empty

Perspectives and Loneliness
Few months ago some of us here in hubland were invited to participate in a shared act of creativity by the Godfather of this enterprise, Mickey, Sr. When the assembled talent includes bravewarrior, Martie Coetser and Marcoujor I knew I was in good company.
We chose to engage in reflection on a common theme, a Perspective, every month. See the intro to the series here: Perspectives: An Introduction
We also invite guest authors each month to share their perspective on the theme at hand. This month we are delighted to welcome Randi.
We have so far flexed our neurons and shared our outpourings on varied subjects such as Knowing your True Self, Vanity, Gratitude, The Charitable Spirit and Regret & Hope.
I have read my fellow authors musings, ponderings and marvelled at their peerless pen(wo) manship. I've been in awe, in deep reflection, sadness, mirth and mystery. I've laughed, learnt, lingered and loved it throughout.
I have written contemplative essays, pondered on how to measure my pleasure, mourned the loss of my Dad, penned a Winnie the Pooh pastiche and a zen story. What other enterprise could give me such sparks of inspiration such as this?
I welcome you not only to read and enjoy my own effort but do follow the mindcrumbs to my fellow authors works and enthuse at the wider landscape.
I welcome you, kind reader to this month's Perspective: Loneliness.
Loneliness
You could be lonely on your own, or feel lonely among a million people. The perception of loneliness can be crippling or liberating. It could lead to melancholy or a creative enterprise. While solitude is described as physical absence of social interactions, loneliness is the 'perception' of such absence of meaningful contact.
I have felt lonely on many occasions - some even when I was in the middle of a loud social gathering, some when I've actually been engaged in conversation... For me loneliness is an internal lanscape one could retract into. The speed and circumstance with which one wanders into such landscape is subjective.
One could wander in voluntarily or one could be pushed into it unwittingly.
Loneliness can be a melancholic indulgence. Yes, I think I could be an indulgent loner, enjoying the company of my own thoughts on occasions. Reminiscing, relaxing and redecorating my personal space.
Yet when I see another soul lonely, I feel like offering that space to the one in need, a welcome shelter to come in and get warmed up for a while. Share the silence and partake in some soul food.
Loneliness sometimes is a choice one makes. Feeling alone and the accompanying sense of despair can make one deaf and blind to offers of love and friendship. Pining for something lost long ago can make one lost in a dark emptiness.
Keep your eyes closed and you'll miss the little rays of hope and love.
Keep your ears shut and you'll miss the whispers of kindness, of love.
I share this song with everyone who has ever felt this way or may feel this way sometime in their journey...
Echoes are Louder when Empty
Wandering lonely through wide open spaces
Watching dunes shift, change, in memory places
Staring in distance at cold empty faces
All around me are, left over traces
Of you, my love, my love.
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Sky looks so darker when heavy with rain
Hovering over this perilous plain
Digging through debris what is to gain
Searching forever I can't explain
Oh why, my love, my love.
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I write these words
Searching seeking
Hoping to find
Who I have in mind
My song may float
Looking for you
Like a wandering cloud
Far from the crowd
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Waiting and watching am I a fool
How long can one wait, is there a rule
Time is so toxic, can be so cruel
Spinning my efforts round like a spool
Of woe, my love, my love
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Loneliness darkens, it blinds and hides
Stops me from looking at all the sides
Rising and falling just like the tides
Hope comes a-calling, but out it rides
Out of, my sight, my love.
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I write these words
Searching seeking
Hoping to find
Who I have in mind
My song may float
Looking for you
Like a wandering cloud
Far from the crowd
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Deafened by silence I'll always be
Echoes are louder, when I'm empty
Whispers of love may, be lost to me
Despair is my choice, I could be free
Of me, my love, my love.
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Only the lonely, know what I mean
Building my own world, hard to be keen
Stepping out is hard, so long I've been
Lost to my own sight, will I be seen
by those, who know, who love.
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I write these words
Searching seeking
Hoping to find
One who can be kind
My song may float
Looking for you
Like a wandering cloud
Far from the crowd
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Deafened by silence I'll always be
Echoes are louder, when I'm empty
Whispers of love may, be lost to me
Despair is my choice, I could be free
Of me, my love, my love...
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© Mohan Kumar 2013
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© Mohan Kumar 2013

MARTIECOETSER * BRAVEWARRIOR * DOCMO * MARCOUJOR * MICKEYSR
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