Sometimes it is best to be in Solitude,
To separate from the crowd,
So no one will intrude,
Also you mumble tales alone aloud,....
To give shallower impulses to fictions,
To give deeper impulses to dictions,
That quietly permeates the version of
existence,
That hastily depreciates the version of insistence,
Giving life a generation of genuflection,
Dumping the quasi-confidentially, shore of reflection,
Solitude a mutual friend stood alone at the outskirts of thoughts,
Greeting life at the cotillion,
The stories would hit with quotidians,
Commenced a re-enactment, starts playing (Steinway)piano in a state of silence,
Solitude, a rainbow room, where every color, is a faraway doom in every little step of ballroom,
Again, a jazz lover of enough subtlety,
Retreating life in a calm serenity,
An expansion of unusual intent,
Where mind's excursions are content,
A question to reign??
An answer to deign!!
A canvassing to life, where the abstract beauty of music's mathematical relationships,,its symmetries and motifs,,
SOLITUDE WASN'T ONE OF THEM,,
Again, Solitude is a space between me and my coffee.☕
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© Mishra Poonam