Tuesday, February 26, 2008 by Indrajit
iN the still solace of the towering night,
littered with nothings, i lay in sombre,
I seek freedom , i seek my world,
bring them back, O my solitude dear.
The harangues and the stilted flow,
of words all around in pompous show,
i yearn a glimpse of the blissed sight,
in the blabbers and boasts of spurious delight.
AH being lonely without the Solitude's shine,
as if life's a mirage , mirroring me insane.
Beloved solitude, if you not come,
to chase my horizon now, I must run.