No man is an island....

A wise man once said
That every man is an island....
But hear me my friend
For no man is an island....

No man is an island
And never is a man really alone,
'Cause alone is an abstract word
Deified and demonized by the tone...

Anglicized by schools of religion
So as to cheat the laymen
Into accepting their faiths and claims
Of mystics about incredulous miracles...

Demonized by self proclaimed socialites,
Who stress on the maxim
Of having a crowd of pathetic admirers
To fulfill their every whim....

Hence beware my friend,
For one group commends company
And the other condemns the need
For having any...

Think back to what I said,
For no man is an island
And even the loneliest of us
Can alone solve not our life's mess

Look around you, my young protégé
There is company wherever you see
Though not always in the physical dimensions
Of length, mass and time...

The sea has a friend in every shore
Till either one is no more...
The mountain talks to the passing wind
That stops by to speak its mind...

The flowers are in wedlock
With their own fragrances
And the fruits run amok
Chased by their flowing juices...

The ascetic finds his loneliness
In the middle of a tree-filled forest...
Little does he know that this test
Would receive nobody's bless....

Same with the king and the bard
Who leave no calling card
Thinking hiding is loneliness
But this brings them no success...

A man is always surrounded by company
Sometimes he likes it, at times he likes it not...
But his choice matters the least
As long as he is part of the journey

The journey of life commences and ends
With man becoming a willing traveler
Driven by time's fast horses,
That make him a mere observer...