I watch her dance in the pale moonlight,
Her wild heart that never stays.
Yet for her, the world stands still,
Her sigh breaks men like me.

In every glance, in every sigh,
She holds the world beneath her eyes.
A gentle hand, a steady will,
And when she smiles, the stars ignite.

For love is her, and she is love,
And in her eyes, I see it clear
All that I want, and all that’s dear.

This is where the magic happens;
solitude is of utmost integrity.

If I were a dew;
I would be the most travelled.
If I were the grass;
I would be the most still.

I am a hermit, unaware about my surroundings;
knowing all is interconnected within.

I am lost and in that I found myself;
I belong nowhere and in that I became of the universe.

There is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible,
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
A different kind of suicide

There is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do

Solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am

Outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone

a.r.

And a little misunderstanding,
I cut ties with my parents.
They were my roots,
Without them I have lost my existence and even myself.
23/10/2024

When parents come to visit you,
Be loving and caring,
And grandchildren don't be glued to your mobiles.
Be a companion and not a superior,
Make time for them from your busy life,
Sit with them
Talk to them,
You will find leaning into love.
Let their eyes sparkle and lips curve into smiles,
Not shed tears in their pillows,
Only if I had not come.
Remember they have given you so much,
Their love time and care,
Made possible the life you enjoy,
In return they want to spend some time with you and their grandchildren.
Value them now ,
Not when you see their empty chair.