Lonely Hearts Club

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Dont give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky

For sometime now, I have been waking at the crack of dawn. The first ray of light is about to hit the skies and its still not day yet. Just the anticipation of it. The moon is still glowing but I know the moment I shift and dig out my head from underneath my pillow, there shall be light. The tenement window that peaks into the open skies ,with the thick palm tree grove that is my boundary wall ,will twinkle the sun in my eyes and I will have to stir out of bed. Every morning, I wait for that moment. I have been beating sunrise. I have been awaiting sunrise.

This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Dont give up until you drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try

There's a theory to this. I am convinced. A law of proportional dimension. Can't decide if its a direct or an inverse. But I completely believe that if u will it, it will. I have bad knees. I trip all too often. They bear those permanent scars of childhood adventures indulged in. The left one is melancholic and leaves me on many occasions, till I weep and will it back home. Age, they say, will fade them away -the scars? Only, I need to grow up and stop falling.

The relentless heart tries too often. It wills too often.

Well, Im on my way

Yes, Im back to stay

Well, Im on my way back home

Geese flock together. Twigs branch out from the same tree. Glue naturally sticks to something. Gravity invented touch and attachment. Flowers bloom out of a seed. Bricks need cement. Doors need hinges. Music needs an ear. It takes two to tango. You get pairs of everything – shoes, socks, legs, curtains, pillows, screws, glasses, eyes, buttons, quick fixes… But my arithmetic always starts with one. The calculator seems to be broken and home seems too far away. What was it again? How many steps backwards? Home is lost in translation.

This is for all the lonely people

Thinking that life has passed them by

Dont give up until you drink from the silver cup

And never take you down or never give you up

You never know until you try

I have a mirror that shows two images. A magnified and the regular oval shape. More often than not I choose to see the regular one, after being conditioned to the distracting magnifying glass. It’s on the left and my line of vision betrays it each time. I choose to look right. Its deliberate training and it works. Ignorance, they say is the easiest way to kill love and perhaps even will your flaws away. But what if the flaw itself is to kill love? It’s like that tooth that aches but you tongue it to feel the pain anyway. The poking hurts irritates but you poke anyway. The knees are week but you try anyway. The heart is still bruised, but you finger it anyway. One still needs another, so you add anyway. Home is still far, but you walk anyway. Will end up alone at the altar of judgment, but will hope to keep company anyway. It will be daylight soon, but my head will dig out from under the pillow and steal a glance anyway. You know you will fall but you love anyway.

(lyrics interspersed 'Lonely People' by America)