Feelings of lonliness

Yes those stars shine
sparkling bright in utmost horizon
And indeed birds are seen in the sky
wavering those misty clouds
the moon is in the same place
and so is the burning of sun
the slowing down process of ticking clocks
and easy rotating hands of time
Year passes, same as a day
no single soul to lean on
the meekness that has been uprooted
deepen down is just a cry
Isolated in the hunger and thirst
waiting for the rainy day
the patting sound of those falls
hitting hard in the inner coast
Time it flies, time its hard
and each days of lonliness stricking my mind
Noone to walk with, none to talk
same monotonus lonesome life
and these feelings of blues
the sound of symphony mourning
like an heart beat
those beeps dazzels echoing inside
the context life line reads
is all over turned here
the pages and scripts are all mimicry
nothing mine to show on
the timeless journey of an empty hand
crusified will to stand in this city for long
emptied are all picture drawn
emptiness it reflects no color thrown