My solitude

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Withdrawing back into me

Crawled inside my shell,

I'm silent and in deep thoughts,

Thoughts, that's blank!


Somewhere the thread of memories

Missing in the wilderness…

I let go, and try to swim down

To touch the bottom of blankness.


Silence and blankness,

Somehow feels good-

The true meaning of solitude brims

And I smile calmly…


The rain is still dancing outside,

The rhythm so quick,

And the solitude opens up

The memories cherished.


The sneak out to the yard,

Doing somersaults,

Dancing on the parapet

As a show, when was just five!


Definitely was caught one day

To be proclaimed as 'the mischievous'

Followed being granted the 'perks'!

Though more was the worry on my stupidity.


The falls from tree branches,

The swings which go twisted,

And circuses that end up

In unsaid bruises and sprains…


My solitude filled with

Colours and warmth-

The moments when I was me,

Loving and celebrating own company!


Somewhere I am still that me,

Loving life on my terms,

Though I avoid confrontations,

Something that I hate to have.





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