A silent lonely mind : philosophy of loneliness & freedom

 A silent, lonely mind sat in sorrow,

wishing someone would come,

and carry it to a place

where it too could be loved—

not used,

or if used,

then at least as a glimpse of fortune.

When water spills from a cup,

it does not ask the earth’s permission to fall.

The cup has no authority to forbid it.

It falls either with the yearning to scatter,

or with the pride of merging into the ocean.

The mind too wandered in such thoughts:

Should it walk alone,

scatter into pieces,

or dare to join the vast battle of the sea?

It waited in silence,

hoping to be reborn in abundance.

But no bird came with a message,

no call arrived.

It rose and looked down from above.

Every other mind seemed bound together,

appearing joyful,

carrying one another through the restless winds.

Yet as it came closer,

it saw the truth:

each mind measured itself

against another’s path,

living in illusions.

The lonely mind trembled with deeper restlessness:

Would surrendering itself to another

ever grant it the shade of peace?

It watched closer,

and realized—

those minds were lonelier still,

suffocating within,

pretending joy outside,

enslaved by the illusion of freedom.

So the sorrowful mind saw another path—

a way to fulfill its search for love.

But with each step,

a storm of loneliness called to it with greater intensity.

The silence that once weighed heavy

now whispered with affection.

The lonely mind stopped,

gazed at the road ahead,

and turned back—

returning to the place

where it sat in quiet suffocation,

believing that one day

it too would be blessed with love.

And then—

the silence that had softly called with love

returned as peace.

The lonely mind whispered:

“I will fight for my own freedom.

The love I seek outside

is but a fleeting shadow of color—

a noise that only deepens loneliness.

But this difficult path

will lead me to a simpler, truer life.”

It rose,

like a warrior rises,

ready to scatter truth

upon its own life.

“The enslaved minds who laugh at my loneliness

do not know—

that in their laughter,

this lonely mind smiles back with pride.”

* Part of Indiandarshiki : inner light in poetic shadows *