Solitude Is Bliss

For a long long time,

Silence has been my best comfort...

It had been that mystical world wherein loose ends of surplus thoughts collated not necessarily to weave a story...

But to bring chaos to an obsolete end!

The home was lonely and hence lovely...

Ironically though, beautiful was the melancholy. Only until...

The iceberg hit!

Solitude had been nothing more than mere propaganda of an overthinking sick mind to justify cohesive existence for the lack of self-empathy!

Blissful was the mind,

In the midst of a chaotic alley.

It listened to, it spoke,

It understood, it revoked!

It's gushing back, it's stagnant too,

It's poignant yet often soothingly soulful...

Its beauty lied in its uncertainty...

And it's only fine to let it be that doom momentary...

It's okay and it's pretty much fair,

That life as a whole, can sometimes get unfair...

Only if I could get it just in time,

Maybe the solitude hadn't looked so divine!