Sunday, August 12, 2018

On solitude

Long time since I wrote anything. The last post was almost 6 years back. Time flies. But the words remain. Reminding yourself what you were. Maybe that's why I write. To capture time in pages.

Here is a poem I wrote today:

Solitude:

A disease which should not be caught too young
Like a drape of boredom, around your being was slung
I do not know how it came about this way
Not sure if to embrace it or runaway
Poets speak of its glory
People advice to quell it or bury
I am not sure of my disposition
A man of logic or a man of emotion
All I know, one thing is clear
My solitude, I no longer fear