Like the calm of a docile,tideless ocean
With gentle and floating waves of thoughts
That sweeps mildly on he shores of mind
To shower their bliss in solitude
But man is bent on living in his thoughts
Thoughts, that always guide him along
Most of the time through the roads of past
A journey,so distant and long
Solitude may sometimes bring oodles of joy
When memory opens its colourful window
To show you the times that you had enjoyed
And takes you back to the people you love
It opens the treasure of those precious moments
So that you can rejoice them once more
And revive the vague faces on the canvas of mind
The portraits of those wonderful people they once bore
Solitude is sometimes a longing for them
Who,you know, may never come
Still you wait in a hope that they arrive
So that it’ll come as a pleasant surprise
You know that it is madness all way long
But solitude always forces you to long
For something,which you know wont occur
But the longing persists and recurs
When the wishes slowly turn into sorrows
The grief of loneliness touches your marrow
And like ripples in a still pond
The tides of pain retreat and mount
The scars of the old wounds of heart
Burst open again,giving a fresh start
To one of those endless moments of torture
That the mind seems so keen to nurture
The hush of the ocean becomes disturbed
Turbulent storms of agonies whimper
The silent thoughts give away
To cries of despair and dismay
Tears that roll with a useless hope
That some arm may be kind to wipe them off
But the cruel hands of monstrous loneliness
Can only squeeze necks, not caress.
