Loneliness Rhymes Novels & Stories

Truly seen, not just heard. There was a night when it was pouring rain outside. We sat on the living room floor, the lights deliberately dimmed. The sound of the rain filled the room, rhythmic and soothing. I leaned back on the sofa, Dylan sitting not far from me. “It’s funny,” I said suddenly. “I used to feel lonely every time it rained. But now…” I didn’t finish the sentence. But Dylan turned his head, his eyes calm. “Now?” I bit my lip, then looked down. “Now it feels… fuller.”

Staying in the kitchen waiting for his dinner would prevent him from staying in his bedroom waiting for his phone to ring and if it doesn't ring, he might even be tempted to call her if he stays alone in his bedroom. The housekeeper left in a haste after serving him. He thanked him for the meal before settling down alone on the dining chair, eating his dinner in silence. Of late, he has been feeling so lonely, It feels like there is a void in his heart that needed to be filled. Nights like this, when he sits in the dining eating alone with no one to talk to, no one to compliment the food, no one to tell how he spent his day, no one to argue with, Is when the loneliness becomes too much and u

Do you know of a place so cold, This is the place I call my soul, A place without hope or comforting dreams, A life not worth living wouldn't it seem. Do you know of a life that should have never been, And the feeling that today this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear, Do you know a person with so much pain inside, Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see, The only question left will be...

In the darkness their hearts felt a longing, a loneliness they could not escape. Their empty yards and unlatched gates seem so strange to everyone. The screen doors seemed to ache for a carefree spin out into the daylight. The quiet mornings ground slowly into silent afternoons and then to the long lonely night. Everywhere the adults longed for the squeal of a child, the unrestrained giggle of young girls, the brutish shouts of the boys, anything to break the spell. The streets were lined with only silent houses and empty, quiet sidewalks. Bones of a deadman leaned over against a cart, its abandoned handlebars bled rust onto the asphalt.

These people always have a great fun by teasing others no one shows interest to do friendship with me infact I too don't have any interest to do friendship with anyone I love to keep myself mysterious I never let someone to enter into my boundaries the one they think is not me I know what I'm but there is no need to others to know about me Loneliness is my partner calmness is my soul Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many ways Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I that brings tears Lonely is this place Lonely is my life Lonely am I,that I reach for a knife Lonely is this court room Lonely is my sentence So lonely am I that ask for repentance .

I would have loved to tell her about my kiss and everything that has happened afterwards and how I feel about the whole situation. But I knew my mum and I knew how she would react to such things so I kept it to myself. I had no one to talk to and I felt so bad about it. It reminded me of a song Lonely by Akon "Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own Oh, I'm so lonely I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own Oh, I'm so lonely" I sighed as I turned and rolled on my bed. I could not sleep. I was not happy and they were also not yet back and I was not taking it lightly where could they have possibly gone to.

The night grew lonely. In the dark sky covered the moon in half. As if silent, waiting for the ruler's fate. Only the moon is alone in silence, without any stars to accompany it. The sound of nature in the breeze is singing deep solemnity. The sound of the wind rustled softly again, accompanied by snowflakes touching the young leaves that looked frozen, while the falling snowflakes fell to the ground, were swept away again and continued to be swept away by the night wind, again repeating itself in a cycle of time that seemed increasingly shorter.

The singer was way off-key, but everyone looked genuinely delighted. For people this lonely, hearing any singing itself was beautiful. It didn't matter whether it was good or not. Rosalyn stood silently by the door without going in. Watching their smiling faces that still couldn't hide their loneliness, she suddenly recalled a line from One Hundred Years of Solitude: 'In the end, all you're left with is your lonely self.' Looking at these elderly folks proved the quote right. Everyone would end up the same, so what was the point of fighting over love and scrambling for money? Did any of it matter in the end?

CJ's mom is on the phone for a good amount of time for most of the night. I keep saying hi to the few colleagues I've made friends with over the past few weeks but that's just it. A simple "hi" and they get back with their friends. So I'm left again. Lonely. Drinking wine slowly as I watch everyone having the time of their lives except me. It's time to dance. The song is slow and smooth. A couple of eligible men have asked to dance with me but I really don't feel like it. I don't want to dance with nobody...

Open your eyes, Can you see me? I whisper your name, can you hear me? I reach out to you, can you feel me? I think of you all day, have you forgotten me? Yet I love you wholeheartedly, I still belong to you completely, My heart beats for you continually, ‘Coz I will always love you unconditionally, Love you unconditionally, Love you unconditionally. Open your arms, can you hold me? I call out for you, can you find me? I’m lonely without you, do you miss me?