Seclusion
Off the grid in one's time and space,
One's preference of seclusion.
One's freedom for breathing space, living
In a world of fierce personal experiences
amongst other things.
Seclusion made friends with me personally
Each and everyone I cherished, I loved
wasn't equivalently consistent.
Most of the time being misunderstood nearby
By the young and old.
Eyes are now open wide.
Peculiar? Attempting to mute ones light.
Seclusion preserved essence of one's core of
Anima.
Sitting in such seductive seclusion,
it truly feels good to be left alone.
Your ideas are free to go sprinting,
the equisite desire of delusion.
Every daydream's a malleable stone,
it's tricky to pause a road transforming.
Full metamorphosis before your eyes,
that visual will chill you to the bone.
Capture just one bubble before bursting,
A neglected seed of heart's desire cries
staining.
borderline
border of the line
is it left or right
forwards or backwards
should i stay should you go
is it me is it you or is it us?
maybe its noting
maybe im going to hurt you
before you can hurt me
should i go?
no you should stay.
go away
no stay i need you
your my solitude but your going to hurt me just go.
please stay for a while longer everyone else left without staying a little longer it will get better i love you, i love you and the borderline
at the border of the line
What becomes of a world of war?
The world is crowded, lonely, happy and sad
Bored I am of life I am bored
Whisperings of life hint it is stressed
The strait between hope and despair
Forthwith bears an obscure seclusion
A menace seeping through the pores of gladness
What is deprived but a hope that's deferred?
To live again is as sure as to die
To die is as certain as to live
How live the man of what kills him?
He obviously kills what keeps him alive
There's no goodness in the dead
You only live alive to forge ahead
Fall down flat, bounce back up
You fall deceased, but not back up
Next to the senile mind of wisdom I learn
The juvenile meddles unashamedly with the root of serious evils
I behold aloof as the young cruelly earns
The black and gray seek an escape from life's tempest
SECLUSION
observed
patterns
transcribed
in
creativeness
&the
reception
in paradoxes
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literal
originality
quality
fragmented
with
mandatory
fidelity
inwith
the
existence
to
preserve
a
willingness
undertaken
in
textual
alternate
deviation
People in the queue, ask me
Why do I settle in solitude?
I do wonder sometime, that the world I belong
Has billions, able friends or foe.
Do I must continue solitudes?
As much as I love hiking in wilderness.
In my dreams or in my conscious mind,
I rather find one, that could never let me walk alone.
To me, solitude defines me.
seclusion is a retreat corner
Where my nightmare turns in to a burning oil.
Because, I talk, I weep, I reflect, all alone
Yes I survived, in solitude.
The reflection of my sorrow is
My submission to the one that I am accountable.
hitherto, I doubted, I lost hope in
Humanity, ever existed ?
Then I got back to the one that asked,
I said, sometime the four corners aren't always walled up
Still it is the dazzling star of all the stars.
Gleaming through the eye of every colours.
Solitude; a divine blessing.., a damnable curse!
No contrasting soul in my midst.., simply the
glaring, dubious kinship of me, myself, and I
Seclusion; the only condition in which a man
can learn of himself.., a lone entity in space
where organic matter in all its tangible glory
ceases to exist.., a state in which one’s mind
can take its ease in the bowels of nothingness
Loneliness; a dreadful sword that hangs above me!
Nothing, no one to direct and express my frustrations
incurred from daily life, no one to touch, and no one
to touch me! Eloquent words uttered with no one to
be enlightened by them are vain and useless things!
When entire world walks toward sunlight
I decide to stay in moonlight
When whole world cackles
I prefer to keep quiet
They all are doing similar deeds
They all are enjoying the way they proceed
I decided not to do what they do
And let my thoughts to get brew
For there is fun in that
Being different from the rest
Though every one is, in some ways, distinct
And every one thinks like this
Yet they all follow the same track
I am a freak, they might think
But I don’t give a damn
For living a secluded life
And making your own route
Is like having the sweetest fruit
And the prettiest flower
Life is beautiful one you travel on your own path
(~Paghunda)
Premonitions once foretold,
Grace our presence, a sight to behold.
Breathless throughways and doleful silence,
Consumption of souls and hearts of the masses.
The collective yearns for times of bygone days,
A past that is but a shrouded isle of halcyon haze.
The terminal limit is near, the end is within touch.
Solemn ruminations can only do so much.
Pray thee to the Eye in the sky,
He who knows what afflictions must warily arise.
Can these actions reverse what has transpired?
Isolation in the highest courts of divinity and the desired.
Time stops yet, there is much that can be done.
Hope is our beacon, our light and our sun.
Take heed and listen to our declaration,
We may still listen to the sultry symphony of affirmation.
Life's circumstantces can overwhelm,
make me forget who I am or where I stand.
At these times, quiet calls me as shelter,
its silence a compelling, healing nectar,
and I disappear from even all I favor.
In a life rush of too much, I often withdraw
from all possible joys as well as quarrels.
As I absorb, I am a raw edged jigsaw,
seclusion pledged until comes my thaw,
for I am lost in the limp task of absorbing
and I am a mute mind and heart exploring.
I never love anyone less than my total
and radiate my love to all like a shiny opal
though I am immobile and non-verbal.
Some pains are too heavy for me to cart
so, I lose my personable shine
and my ability to interact declines.
But I love, yes, I love, my family and friends -
I love them all, with all my love, with no love end.
Seclusion
As in twilight sun rays call off
Enabling darkness to budge step by step,
My shadowed seclusion followed
Your slithering reflections little by little;
Beyond the fetters of time
On mirage of dreams
An alleyway opened wide its arms
And I moved a little
Veil of sobbing breathe,
Taking ocean on shoulders
The whirl-wind blew rebuff
And I receded a little
As in drying leaves
Does green give way
For yellow pigments to foster
On the rumbling sky of desire
Did we draw
Aura of feats so many!
On the anxious branches of curiosity
Did we spring
Flowers of passion so many!
Remaining marks of longings
And terror of void
Still go arm in arm
In my journey
As in confluence of horizon
A little of earth and little sky do
Seclusion
As in twilight sunrays call off
Enabling darkness to budge step by step,
My shadowed seclusion followed
Your slithering reflections little by little;
Beyond the fetters of time
On mirage of dreams
An alleyway opened wide its arms
And I moved a little
Veil of sobbing breathe,
Taking ocean on shoulders
The whirl-wind blew rebuff
And I receded a little
As in drying leaves
Does green give way
For yellow pigments to foster
On the rumbling sky of desire
Did we draw
Aura of feats so many!
On the anxious branches of curiosity
Did we spring
Flowers of passion so many!
Remaining marks of longings
And terror of void
Still go arm in arm
In my journey
As in confluence of horizon
A little of earth and little sky go
emotions sailing in choppy waters
onward to isles of seclusion
passion dinghies released
seeking anchors of expression
securely beached
exploring wisdom shores
The air is smoother out amongst the trees
and quickly one can lose the scent of fuel,
arrogance and complicated life; the
rustling leaves as wind so softly swept on
the hills, and hosts of animals and seas
can fill the most exhausted ears of mine.
As slow as crawling, vicous, leering time
I tread so lightly; further, forever
towards the streaks of red and maze, the others
I dare to imagine are past my skill
to write. I walked the way they did, a sign
of loss in forming words the way they spoke.
For all I said and did I stayed as broke
as days of past; but nothing could replace
The woods I stand in now, I feel the dirt
in trembling hands, I dare to look behind
and see a dense and rising cloud of smoke.
Yet i think I hear the rivers ending.
strange
forest
mysteries
holds, gnarled bent trees
with dense thorny leaves and fresh water spring
diffusing sunlight into greenish glow
laced with shadows
coiled ivy
writhe the
path
An
ardent
old wiry
witch on a stump
caretaker of the enchanted forest
7/4/2016
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