Blessed is the solitariness,
A temperate world of deep contemplation.
Chaotic flow of inner incoherence
Realization and justice of ongoing conflicts.
Condensation of diffused thoughts—unexpected
Disarrayed but spontaneous.
Sometimes the spine of confusion furls;
Strikes obscure awe for dry thoughts.
Rumination down the memory lane—
Yearning for the days yet to come.
Understanding of life’s philosophy
Pangs of disappointment follow by
The smile of triumphant.
Solitariness—a canvas to artist;
Nothing but a creative span
Pulsation in-depth; introspection too
Sometimes wander to wonders
Come across Dolphin-gods; unageing intellects
Or that ‘holy fire, perne in a gyre’.
Free self achieves vast—
Lament not for solitary confinement—
Solitariness—the manifestation of meditation!