Her Solitude....

Finally, the weekend came, she was still lying in her bed; 

Playing with the sunlight and a lot of things going on her head,

Her eyes are tired as it's been a month since she fell asleep…

Her nights are not gentle and it's becoming more dark and deep.

What are the thoughts prevailing in her mind?

She cannot comprehend them; she cannot bind....

She cannot yell at anyone; she cannot shout…

She can give a fake smile and does not allow her tears to go out.

Though now she started loving her solitude more than anything else,

She also loves the white roses on her balcony and the books in her case.

She has found the most agreeable way of ignoring all the noises in her life….

As solitude vivifies her and rejoices her restless mind….

Sometimes, it also makes her mind more relentless as she goes down to the memory lane,

it helps her not to get bitter with the chaos of the outside world and to be like a sugar cane….

Her busy solitude helps her vision to soar into peace,

One day she will sleep when she will finish her mission which is deep.