Loneliness is often viewed as an unwanted presence, but it actually offers a space for dreams, memories, and self-discovery.
“My Loneliness, My Passion” portrays solitude not as a burden, but as a chance for reflection, creativity, and inner strength.
Yes, this poem accepts loneliness as a gift instead of sadness, capturing wandering thoughts and gentle whispers.

My Loneliness, My Passion

In the fading glow of the streetlight,
I walk alone beneath the night.
Not lost, but wandering deep inside,
Where echoes of old dreams reside.

The world hums on in joyful tune,
Yet I gaze upon the silent moon.
A whispered breeze, a soft embrace,
My Loneliness—my sacred space.

The ticking clock, both friend and foe,
Yet in its hands, I learn and grow.
My solitude is not despair,
But a canvas vast, beyond compare.

I paint my thoughts in a golden hue,
Let memories dance in mist and dew.
Each teardrop sings, a tender plea,
My love for life—still wild, still free.

Though shadows stretch, nights are long,
My heart still hums a hopeful song.
My loneliness—a burning flame,
A quiet spark, yet fierce in name.

So let me wander, dream, and see,
Yes, my loneliness is a gift to me.
(Vijay Verma)

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