What is solitude?
I asked myself
day in and day out.
Is it a state of being
or just a passing phase.
In the midst of
a vociferous crowd
I was always flirting
my being.
In silence and
aloneness also,
I was alone in my being.
I have no qualms
in being selfish
I chat with myself,
I relish the orgasm
of unadulterated
and transcending
selfishness which
pervades my being.
Solitude is the
only certitude
in this grinding existence
replete with false dawns
which give false hopes.
The distance to every dawn
that arrive after
a soul sapping dusk
is painfully equal
Solitude is the truth
the only truth.
After being thrown
out of every heights
into gorges of non-existence
I am glad that
I still remain.
I still converse with
my solitude which
never flutters
nor flickers.
And if I find existence
in this solitude
expunging everything else
Then that may be immortality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Solitude is the only certitude in this grinding existence. Very wonderful poem shared on really. Nice job done.