Solitude – II
The impregnable silence of a world asleep.
Diamonds sewn into the darkest veil…
Nights of beauty.
Silence and darkness and solitude.
Accursed, or blessed, solitude?
A soft chill, a moment of contemplation.
A hermit makes peace,
with his existence…
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P.s. – rather a hermit realizes that he needs to start mugging if he wishes to avoid failing in his exams (a forced truce with his existence is more like it) 
– on a related note – posting schedule is gonna go haywire once again. Courtesy: end-semester exams… (last time it was due to fried laptops – they don’t taste good, but that’s another story…)
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I loved this. Probably the first poem by you I’m reading.
solitude. a meditation upon.
I liked this one.
Accursed, or blessed, solitude?
Deep. Really deep.
Liked the unclouded yet mystic nature.
@ Ayushi, Sim, Tulika – glad you guys liked it…
Nice..
Written at midnight time one can tell .. But for a hermit who has become numb to all around him/her he can make peace even in the noise of the daytime .. I am just trying to say solitude need not be related to darkness,night. One might not find peace even in the night when all are asleep. Or maybe i am seeing too much into it ..
^_^ Agreed, but the poem’s primarily about making peace with one’s solitude, rather than the quest for peace or solitude…