The Lonely Bird

Everywhere I look around I see joys of two,
And they say it is sorrow when it is only just you...
So is it that someone else will bring joy,
To the solitary existence of mine?
Is there really another living soul,
With whom I would always feel at home?

Thinking about this, I almost have a tear in my eye,
Since searching for that someone till now hasn't been worth the try...
I hate the feeling of disappointment I face everytime.
Before I express my feelings, we have always been a rhyme,
But then just like the soul leaves the body,
We act like to one another we are nobody...

Perhaps I wouldn't have felt like this lonely bird,
If I hadn't around me heard,
So many birds singing a duet,
Which makes me wonder who is that someone else...
Have I met that person already?
Who would make my life a little steady?

I hope I would know that soon...
... the person I could call my moon,
Till then I shall try and enjoy this chorus of duets around me,
And wait for that shade giving tree...