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Solitude

As the dark night falls conquering the day,
As the stars shine bright,
When the owl hoots and the nightingale lays all her hope on another day,
As the waves come and bade goodbye,
An unknown figure walks towards me,
I enquire, “Who art thou?”
I’m replied back,
“I’m your Solitude, your blessing in disguise.” She cuddles me up,
And there’s a lullaby which keeps repeating inside my head.
As I close my eyes, I feel her warmth,
She tickles me down with her icy-cold hands,
And that’s when my lonely thoughts dance.
I hold her hand, clinging myself onto her.
The mysterious night passes;
Busy street, busy masses.

I look for her, search for her, everywhere.
Oblivion, she is.
And then;
As the dark night falls conquering the day,
As the stars shine bright,
When the owl hoots and the nightingale lays all her hope on another day,
As the waves come and bade goodbye,
An unknown figure walks towards me,
I enquire, “Who art thou? “
I’m replied back,
“I’m your Solitude, your blessing in disguise.”

~lilac

A Convention

Following the tradition of surviving one’s own life, we are always in a convention; we try to escape and that’s honestly true, but escaping is easy, the hardest part is staying free. Wearing this human skin, we are all in one boat, it’s like ‘We’ re on the same boat brother’. Tomorrow when you wake up as a millionaire, don’t bless him; if tomorrow you end up on the street, don’t curse him; let your skins understand that this voyage is not only yours, but of people like you in infinity. The day when we were all born, we made a convention to ourselves, to dream, to hope, to expect, to walk on the road, dive deep, most importantly to survive by walking the line. And if tomorrow you feel the sun is too harsh on your skin, or the rain is peeling it off, remember you have a word to keep : To hope, to dream, to expect, to walk on the road, dive deep, most importantly to survive by walking the line.

~lilac