I am nothing here

I am nothing here

A Poem by Arundass TP
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In this world

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I am an orphan
I am alone
Loneliness is my heaven
Where no one lives in my world.

No one know me smiling
Looking myself in a mirror
No one knows me crying
Where no value for my tears.

I don't know any one
No one knows me
I am living alone
In a jungle of my thoughts.

Loving birds are flying away
Never ever comes again
My death is near, or comes in near future
Nothing to debit nor credit in my life.

I am happy now, satisfied
I can die smiling looking myself
Everybody becomes happier
As I am no more here in this world.

The world goes on
Time moves swiftly
World changes and changes
Even I never exists

© 2024 Arundass TP


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Wow this one touches heart I was homeless at the age of 16 and lived it most of my life until I got old the government gave me housing by the grace of God, your write brought back memories I could never forget but forgive.thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Posted 10 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

Thank you friend. Have a nice day.



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I think this is great..
I would look at, "No one know me smiling,"
and maybe correct the grammar on the last line..
but it is great, none the less..

Posted 2 Months Ago


Arundass TP

2 Months Ago

Thank you friend 😊
light and ashes

2 Months Ago

absolutely welcome.
You are important or you would not be here, necessary, or you would not exist. The universe wastes nothing but the plans God makes are "not available to the mortal man" to paraphrase Paul Simon. It is right to wonder, to wander, to seek our place and purpose. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

9 Months Ago

Have a nice day friend ☺️
I do not believe that anyone would be happier if you were no longer in this world my friend, things and circumstance changes even in your loneliest moments you are important in some way that will reveal itself eventually. Depression is a hard thing to deal with..

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

Thànk you friend 😊
It's like you never existed in the universe, so no one will miss you, like you were never there to begin with...its actually a sad thing to think about.. that you meant nothing to yourself or anyone....to just exist is nothing....one must have a brain, to think and a full body to live on this earth...homeless people sometimes feel this way...ho home, little food, no one cares, little sleep....place to place..drifting...suffering and no one cares.....tragic...
Warmly, B

Posted 10 Months Ago


): We'd miss you, friend. A fine cathartic read. I dunno, I've been in some pretty dark places myself... loneliness and isolation are real. Be well!

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

Thank you friend 😊
Wow this one touches heart I was homeless at the age of 16 and lived it most of my life until I got old the government gave me housing by the grace of God, your write brought back memories I could never forget but forgive.thank you for sharing your thoughts.

Posted 10 Months Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

Thank you friend. Have a nice day.
so sad! your poem gives voice to all the lonely and alone people in the world .. forgotten .. never known .. it's so very sad
E.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

Thank you friend ☺️
A most moving piece of human reality poetry, in my humble estimation, for I do deem the only true form of eternal life as life after death to be that of always being remembered by those who loved us, and, ironically those who hated us ... For, to fail to stir emotions of feelings within others, of love, admiration, envy, jealousy, animosity, or what have you in others, is to most certainly be dead, whilst we are yet living, to have no a single thinking's thought, thought of us after we are dead and gone ... Which does declare that there was no reason's purpose for our having lived in the first place, as a total waste of food, water, air, and energy in our having ever been here at all ... As much as I detest the man, Hitler, leaves behind a greater legacy, than a no one's nobody of nothing at all ... A most sad reality of human frailty and tragic reality ... Powerfully poignant write to old farts like me ...

Marve

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

We can ask numerous probable questions about life. Because generations exits, we think of past, and .. read more
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

10 Months Ago

Your reply in assessment is correct, I fear, as life is an illusion, death is our future, and oblivi.. read more
...in a jungle of my thoughts... such a powerful statement.
At some point we all feel cutoff and alone. I know I have to cling to the gift of life and stay nestled in God's grace. Concentrating on my blessings and not what I no longer have.
Your poem conveys some much. Pains we all carry and share. Excellent work.


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

Thank you friend 😊
Powerful work. The loneliness is tangible and felt.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arundass TP

10 Months Ago

Thank you friend 😊

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Arundass TP
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Thalassery, Kerala, India



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