BLISS OF SOLITUDE

A moment of escape! Hibernation!
Into the wild; a rejuvenation!
Beneath the dusk of contemplation,
Behold the birds of innovation.

Returning to their gemutlich nest,
Kissing thru' the ochre breast
Of the sky; swaying o'er in zest,
They bask within the clouds at rest.

Far and wide the open seas,
Ruffled by the gushing breeze,
Their panorama creates memories,
Drenched in rains of the easterlies.

Perched on the wings of subtle time,
The sun goes down as a mundane rhyme,
Flapping birds as a sonorous chime,
Makes me savour the dusk sublime.

Celebrating the dusk of solitude,
Beyond the human multitude,
Another world of pulchritude,
Reigns the gossamers of longitudes.

Faded ranges of ebony peaks,
A falcon o'er them flaps and squeaks.
Molten hazel on her crimson cheeks,
Makes her blush for umpteen weeks.

She is a damsel down the lane,
She bides beneath the hilly terrain.
Her eyes hold agony and disdain,
But I want her sublime smile again.

And onto the turquoise waves agleam,
Molten hazel weaves a dream.
Swaying raptors in scarlet beams,
Rouse in me few fancy whims.

A frothy damozel dwells in me,
Waltzing in a delightful spree.
Few moments miming a reverie,
Amid the solitary dusk of glee.
© Dipanjan