Marooned

 




Jostling
Through the crowd
Yet
In solitary confinement,
Seeking your hand
That is not there
Anymore.
As if marooned
On an island
Of seclusion,
Dreaming of
The hearth
Back home.
Longing to be
Together-
But walking
Alone......    

Comments

  1. Arindam ChatterjeeAugust 9, 2022 at 7:43 PM

    Short yet impactful verses. And that photo - mashallah

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  2. JdasphotographyAugust 9, 2022 at 7:49 PM

    Lovely ... subtle and nice

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  3. SGAugust 9, 2022 at 8:10 PM

    Poignant !!!!

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  4. AnonymousAugust 9, 2022 at 9:09 PM

    Looks like a wonderful silhouette

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  5. ttanujaAugust 9, 2022 at 9:20 PM

    Beautiful

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  6. AnonymousAugust 9, 2022 at 9:22 PM

    So deed... enjoy the bliss of solitude ❤️❤️ apt pic too..❤️❤️
    Sharmistha

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  7. SRCAugust 9, 2022 at 9:23 PM

    Nice one..

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  8. AnonymousAugust 9, 2022 at 9:41 PM

    Darun composition and lekha.

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  9. AnonymousAugust 9, 2022 at 9:53 PM

    Well worded for the excellent pic

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  10. AnonymousAugust 9, 2022 at 10:40 PM

    Very nice Doc ...chaliye jao ...the pic and the verse combine to tell a beautiful story

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  11. AnonymousAugust 9, 2022 at 10:46 PM

    Khub sundor likhechish. Amader daily struggle er shonge ekta odbhut similarity ache. DRD

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  12. AnonymousAugust 9, 2022 at 11:04 PM

    Striking play of words! "jostling through crowd...in solitary confinement"; "longing to be together,.. walking alone" Lovely write up!

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  13. AmitavaAugust 9, 2022 at 11:25 PM

    Nice,

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  14. AnonymousAugust 10, 2022 at 12:05 AM

    Excellent,very powerful words ,the photo is also very apt

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  15. Agniva aka NeelAugust 10, 2022 at 7:58 AM

    Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️

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  16. AnonymousAugust 10, 2022 at 10:31 AM

    Beautiful!

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  17. Indrajit BandyopadhyayAugust 14, 2022 at 1:08 AM

    fantastic....immensely deep

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  18. AnonymousAugust 14, 2022 at 3:53 AM

    Reminded me of the instrumental track by the same name on Pink Floyd’s The Division Bell. Andy’s words and picture echo that same isolation. Sayam.

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  19. SGAugust 15, 2022 at 7:43 PM

    Poignant..... The B/W adds to the mysticism.... Wonderful indeed......

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  20. AnonymousAugust 20, 2022 at 7:51 PM

    Beautiful photography and thought match together.

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