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)