Solitude

Written by: Swairik Das

I wondered whether it would revive tonight
The world I see from my awakened eyes,
In a solitude where I feel myself -
Being with the dusky night and tacit motions,
Like a sole spectator living a life from his own reveries .
 
I wondered whether it would break the silence
The crowd I augured from my sacred mind,
In a secrecy  where I lived myself -
Being with the gentle breeze and fresh aroma,
Like a mortal living a life assuring his own regime.
 
I wondered whether it would hastened the streets
The journey I accompanied with my soulful bliss,
In an isolation where I dwell myself -
Being with the silent streets and hooting owls,
Like a solitary traveler living a life with his own envies.
 
I wondered whether it would distanced my destiny
The place I reached with my heartfelt sympathy,
In a paradise where I reposed myself -
Being with my hermit soul and treasured wishes,
Like a deity living a life with his own blessings.