How to Be Alone

In my company, time itself has learned to abide alone,
Even in a heaving, breathing bus, I know how to ride alone.

Leave me friends, to the seduction of solitary habits, for
We'll be washed up on that final shore by the tide, alone. 

This millennial Majnu is hardly qays, flickering in the arms
Of a hundred laylas. But who hopes to be his bride alone?

Who needs companionship? Not this rebel against love;
On the long road to perdition, I will be my guide alone.

Corruption, communalism, poverty, casteism, sexism?
Blasphemous devil! We thrive on national pride alone!

Her parents are ghosts, her brother, a terror caged in iron.
Tonight, as green sweeps the valley, she must hide alone.

The people sleep with open eyes, enchanted by their hate.
Now this newly bare utopia, Death must divide alone.

"One should be happy with the alms of fickle fate." How, 
When, of the fruit of ignorance, one has been denied alone?

You are a Fool, truly, to hurl laments into this void.
Our ears are turned to stone; better that you had cried alone.