Loneliness is a bike,
without a rider,
a backpack,
with only one sandwich,
and a writer,
without a story,
looking to the sky,
calling for characters,
to be born again.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Awesome characters, too. 🙂
Wow! What a cool compliment! The Last People will be coming by again tonight. Thanks Lisa for your encouragement. Peace.
Looking to the sky and calling for inspiration… more peaceful than lonely. Lovely.
Yes you are right. You saw right through that! Peace and thank you Erika.
It was very inspiring to say the least 🙂
we all need some loneliness(solitude) now and then… 🙂
Yes, and sometimes solitude brings inspiration! Thank you Melanie. Peace.
Gee, that’s really amazing, it’s so creative!
You are too kind. I had these thoughts, looking at the picture this morning. Thanks, peace.
I certainly don’t want to return! without a doubt 😉 I am quite content with this one time glorious, priceless journey!
Excellent. I understand completely. Thank you Sharmishtha, peace and blessings to you.
I will start the translations in English and Bengali 🙂
sorry hindi and bengali
Yes and thank you!
Oh, yes, that is truly loneliness. Wonderful post, peace Nicodemas
Thanks Holly. Peace to you.
Beautiful. The photo and the words say it all. Love this.
Thank you Joel! Peace and blessings to you.
You’re welcome Nicodemas. More blessings to you too.
so simple so true, peace and blessings to you
Thank you Tanveer. I am grateful for your comments and your presence here. Peace.
Loneliness is a bike,
without a rider,
a backpack,
with only one sandwich,
and a writer,
without a story,
looking to the sky,
calling for characters,
to be born again.
Tanhai
bin sawar ka ghoda,
Jhole me pada
Ek roti ka tukda,
Kalam
Bagair kahani ke,
Dhoondhta darbadar
Kirdar zindagani ke,
Duayen mangta
Nai shuruat kee.
Loneliness a horse without a rider, a bag with a single piece of bread, pen without a story, looking for characters everywhere, begging for fresh start.
Ekaki mon
Ekla jatri
Eka path chala
Sambal shudhu ekti ruti
Jholay pora.
Kahiniheen
Kalam khunje chale
Galpo.
Niyatir kachhe chay
Natun janma.
Lonely heart
Solo traveler
Travels alone
Only one bread
In bag.
A pen without
Story keeps
Searching one.
Begs destiny
For a fresh start.
I love this! Just wonderful!