Graphic by Billie
Solitude
Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence.
In the deeply hollows of solitude,
Is a quivering pulse of convalescence.
In the sheer unconsciousness of the moment,
A tear wells in the rim of eye,
And in the sudden realization of the emotion,
Slips from the cheek into oblivion.
A poem spurs from the heart,
Rhythm breaks its ties with rhyme.
Mind slips into the uniformity, momentarily,
When a moment breaks its ties with time.
~~Sarvesh Kulkarni