Once Upon A Time With Solitude

Guru stood on the pinnacle of the mountain, soaking in the sunlight that tickled his body. He had the coveted company of solitude which kept his imagination stirred. He had just completed reading the book titled, "Life's Philosophy" He never renounced his ideologies but the same ideologies made him the laughing stock in the world. His life principles and conviction ingrained in his mind viewed the world through a different lens, unlike others. The blue sky appeared like an umbrella to shelter him from harm. The magnanimous nature offered him the best destination to get rid of stress and embrace bliss. Nothing dared to breach the silence which reigned supreme in the place. He got quite emotional after receiving the unconditional hospitality of nature. The liberated words from his heart spiralled into his throat before finding an outlet via mouth to converse with nature.

I wish I could paint this world through my wisdom

This is not a gimmick to gain stardom

I wish I could discern the language of mother nature

I can't because I am not a genius of great stature

My mind arouses to picture a fantasy land

Do I indeed exist in the real land?

I don't want to mess with my white blood cells to lose immunity

I want to churn out inspiring tales to unite humanity

You got to learn to live in this fickle world

No one damn cares even if you are a nerd

This breeze intoxicates my mind to lose control

Did my mind secretly marry the breeze in its school?

Why does this solitude turn into my security guard?

I know he doesn't believe in the concept of herd

My unwavering focus can't be breached

Because the bullets in my heart are being unleashed

Electricity has the power to lit up the world

Solitude has the technology to create the inner world

As long as I swim in the pool of imagination

I can never get separated from elation



Did he go on a poem-cracking spree? He did augment his happiness by creating a poem. Something seemed to have nudged him back to reality. He pulled out a camera from his bag to capture beautiful pictures of mother nature flaunting its beauty against the picturesque backdrop o

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f a blue sky. The profound messages which he read in the book lingered in his mind to leverage his wisdom. He did not like the hegemony of noise that ruled the world. He needed to visit secluded places at least occasionally to dodge the noisy bullets manufactured by the crowd. He pulled out a phone and an earphone from his pocket; stuffed speakers into his ears to listen to the melodious songs which would render him goosebumps. The melody wreathed in the song coupled with the gorgeous nature seemed to have taken him to a blissful paradise that refused to deny entertainment. He hummed the song which echoed around.

In the palace of mother nature, I sit like a king on the throne of this boulder. The flock of birds, the breezing wind, and the rustling leaves of trees act as musical instruments to perk up my ears. The hazy clouds, hovered above me as I had tasked them to tighten my security. Being the king of this opulent palace, I did not hesitate to drink the nectar of creative juice offered by the solitude. I roared in delight because the bad omen called noise was absent in this palace. The emergence of stars in the sky was none other than the personification of apsaras that acted as a catalyst to increase the swag of the palace. Mosquitoes turned into my enemies and waged a war against me which turned out to be impromptu. Even though I wasn't prepared, I fought valiantly, using my hands as swords to massacre them. It was time for me to commemorate the triumph over the mosquitoes but after some time I felt stupid and escaped out of the created palace in my mind.

The twinkling stars dotted the sky to indicate the onset of a Sunday night that had concealed hidden matters beneath its cloak. Guru's eyes lit up courtesy of the magnificent stars that scattered beautifully on the bed of the sky. Before he could open the door of his creative dam, his eyes hovered over the watch that screamed him to reach home before devils start their terror game. There was no other option but to comply with the caveats of time. He did feel wistful upon ending the beautiful time spent with mother nature. The thoughts of a busy day tomorrow didn't excite him even one bit. He waved goodbye to the beautiful atmosphere that surrounded him. He promised to return next week to resume the saga which was privy to him and mother nature. Wearing a solemn face, he strolled back home with the replenished memory that promised to entertain him in his dreams.