What is loneliness.

Is it cry of a lonely bird,
heard on a quiet rainy day.
Or is it that silent ticking of a clock,
unheard otherwise.

Or may be it is those serene nights,
when we don't speak; or else,
the magic spell of the night will be broken.
Or it is the rising sun,
in all its grandeur, making everything sublime in its presence,
that I watch in awe standing on my terrace.
Or is it the those lazy afternoons,
when I can hear the leaves rustle...

Or is it that strange feeling,
that creeps into me, when I am,
in the middle of a crowd...
and suddenly I'm detached from it.
Smiling foolishly at people unheard,
inside wanting to run away...

May be loneliness is me turning into myself,
me finally getting up and...
walking away from that crowd.

Living as an Empath.

An Empath is some one who understand others emotions. To put it simply.

But how hard or easy life will be once you are an empath. When you feel everybody's pain right on. If not at an equal level probably to some amount. When one cannot handle ones own pain, how can one handle ten different kinds of pain and trouble and emotions.

Wont that also give us a deep understanding of all around us. What makes them do, things they do. We will be more understanding more tolerant. We will handle all situations tactfully, the world will be a different place.

Somewhere I believe that we all have an empath within us. Just that we dont explore it beyond our loved ones, isnt it always good to blame rather than sit and think what caused all this. Or best shut off our brains as we know the situation is not going to last for long, so why try to understand.

All said and done, being an empath will be terrible, cause then I'l know that I have no one to blame as I understand who-dunnit-why :-)