I am so alone that even poetry looks empty as if no metaphors or similes or either rhymes can fill the void and take me back to the life. Alone soul yet innumerable tales with no curiosity left and traces of perplexity is what keeps hiding scars. Shore and waves are yet entangled but me and loneliness feels trapped in not so beautiful world. I am so alone that even poetry looks empty as if no metaphors or similes or either rhymes can fill the void and take me back to the life. Alone soul yet