✍️ Poetry

Being solitary is a habit now, it feels familiar, it's my only friend.

In depths of the darkness, I follow, the shine of stars.

A coversation with winter, snow, and window.

A cold breeze blows, shakes me into a soothing shiver.

Eternity stands still since eons, few shy words left on hesitant lips unsaid.

Liberated I dream of nothing, silent solitude of eternity.

A flickering light fades far away with the twilight anear.

Whispers of solitude, ecstatic echoes from distance, sings the night songs of divine glories and prudence.

Life lies amidst truce of trust and despair of doubts.