In the Quest of Solitude
The bustle of life
tantalizes my poetic passion
splutter of materialism
misleads my fantasy world
and my poet mind is restless
fidgety of aggression torments
me to compose new words
restive passion wandering around
astatic mind excruciates
my writing enthusiasm
distraught poetic notions
victimize my creative struggle
my poet sense is tired
forehead with ridges of trouble
heartbroken with sullen expressions
to sketch innovative approach
depressed mood
decays my imaginations
and poetic euphoria is
shattered like dried leaves
semblance of anguish on face
ardour in eyes for new poems
errant soul with wandering ideas
rachitic smile on face
chivied gestures like tired wayfarer
stir ideas of confusion
rusty thoughts and feelings
overcast of despair
my poet soul is indifferent
to all these entanglements
and is clutched by all these
entanglements and quagmire
mind is desperate
to write unwritten feelings
but to create something amazing
I am lost in quest of solitude
so I round up glass beads of thoughts
semi-precious stones of pains
and sterling silver wire of dreams
to create my collection
of one-of-a-kind garland
I wish to travel this
painful but dreamy journey
before I die
in quest of solitude where exists
nothing except peace, tranquility and
loneliness and dark silence
(By Kishan Negi)
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