If Loneliness Was A Cure

Raw silk

Pure power

You stand there edifying

A statue of my inadequacies


“My loneliness is better than yours”





There is a word for that

Or there should be a word for:

When-you’re-surrounded-by-narcissistic-people-while-all-you-want–to- do-is-get-drunk as-shit-and-have-a-good-time


There is no respite from the world

You can only travel so far in the euphoria

Before they bring you back to life

People who would inflict cruelties

But scoff at murder

Murder is where you draw the line


“Here, I’ll draw the line for you.”


This is me.


There is everyone else.


I’m standing outside in white darkness.

A tap on the window.


I judge a place by­ their cheeseburgers,

And the beef is overcooked.





© A.R. Minhas 2018


  1. Tapasi

    “When-you’re-surrounded-by-narcissistic-people-while-all-you-want–to- do-is-get-drunk as-shit-and-have-a-good-time”….. you are so me and I’m so you in this case. I think everybody is same in this case 🙂

    1. A.R. Minhas

      Lol, I’m glad you could relate to it. I always admire humble, down-to-earth people; however, it seems we’re surrounded by the opposite. And if you can relate to it, we surely have a problem lol.

  2. tmezpoetry

    Really grateful to be back on wordpress here reading stuff that saves my mind from invalidation. I’ve gotten so sick of writing my tragedies this past year that I’ve left some of my mind and heart of late on that other side called superficiality. As always, my poets save me from it.

    1. A.R. Minhas

      Thank you, Tammy, for sharing that with me. To tell you the truth I’m going through something similar, I’ve had to do a little bit more work in the ‘superficial’ world. Although, I’ve realized now that I need this too; maybe, by sharing our tragedies we realize we aren’t alone. Thank you so much commenting, it makes me feel I make a difference. 😊

      1. tmezpoetry

        I’m sorry you’re going through hard stuff too. It brought me such validation AR. I think that is a gift more valuable than anything else during times like these. And it does take courage and part sacrifice to put it out there but I think it is like a bucket of paint that needs to be used until the job is complete, the processing. Eventually we acquire more to paint with but without a perpetuating honesty (and yes we do get a break in superficiality for sanity’s sake) healing is stifled. Hugs~

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