For reasons unknown

There are days when I feel so alone,
for reasons unknown.

Its not 'coz of her, I am sure.
Nor is it 'coz of anyone else from the yore.

It has something to do with the future,
with what lies ahead.
With the songs, that are to be heard,
and the books, that are to be read.

There is a question which calls for an answer,
and an answer orphaned due to lack of a question.

And behind the curtains, the smiling face,
as yet not ready, not having that grace.

Where are the curtains and the face,
and the answer and the question,
and the books and the songs,
and the future and the past,
and everyone else and her.

There are days when I feel so alone,
for reasons unknown.