We are all lonely. Terribly lonely.

Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs in a crowded place out of sheer loneliness. And sink on the concrete floor with my head tucked between my knees. I want someone to look into my empty eyes and read my story. Then comfort me with a hug.

But I stand quietly in the corner of this posh restaurant smiling politely at the couples walking into it with their fingers interlocked. They wait for their table. I wait for mine. In the meantime, I stand there alone, a thousand thoughts run a marathon inside my tiny head. What have I done to deserve it -- is one such thought.

Sometimes I talk to others. Those who appear to have it all. After 15 minutes of easing into the conversation, I find they are no less miserable. If I'm a Siberian desert - cold and barren, they are Sahara - few people come to visit them - a very few walk with them under the scorching circumstances. Deep down, we are all lonely. Terribly lonely. We all seek one person with whom we can share that loneliness. 

I want to share my pain with someone over a cup of coffee. I promise I won't be plain. I will throw in a dirty joke just to save you from the embarrassment. You won't have to find words like pocket change when you will see the stream of tears rolling down my cheek. Just sit there and listen. I promise I will do the same. I will give you my company, silence, dirty jokes and poetry. Truth be told, good company is a modern-day luxury even the richest people can't afford. But I'm very hopeful, one day, I will.

But just so you know - loneliness is like termites. It slowly eats you up. You appear whole on the outside. On the inside, you are empty with your bones rattling with pain and misery. Poets crave loneliness. They bare their raw emotions on a piece of paper. But sometimes, they get so lonely, they want to burn those papers only to feel the warmth which they crave on their cold empty beds. Do you feel that kind of loneliness?

Please say no.