Alone. I don't have a familiar feeling when pronouncing this word. This word lies somewhere between the pages of history. Why? As I pronounce it, the 'all one' essence of unity flashes over my cheek. And, speaking of unity, only the erstwhile India's map appears before me. The same country that was as one as the skin & tendons, screaming slogans of 'all one'. Alas! The one soil had now been seceded into two and now that's what we can call 'alone'. The alone that was derived from the manuscripts of past's alphabets. Alone that was lost 🖤 #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory #alonepoem
