I am someone who loves being alone. I love days when there is noone at home and I can revel in the solitude. This poem is an ode to those days of solitude…

Solitude

In the stillness of a quiet room,
Where shadows dance and thoughts consume,
Solitude whispers, a gentle embrace,
A sanctuary found, a sacred space.

No voices echo, no footsteps tread,
Just the silent hum of thoughts unsaid,
In solitude’s arms, the world grows still,
A tranquil haven where dreams fulfill.

The outside clamour fades away,
As solitude invites the heart to stay,
To wander through fields of introspection,
To seek the soul’s quiet reflection.

In the hush of this serene retreat,
The mind finds solace, the spirit is replete,
There is no need for words or human touch,
For solitude’s company is just as much.

Here, the heart can freely roam,
In its vast expanse, it calls its own,
To ponder mysteries, to contemplate,
In solitude, the soul does elevate.

It’s a dance of shadows, a silent song,
Where solitude’s presence feels so strong,
A friend to those who seek its grace,
A refuge found in this quiet place.

In solitude, the self is known,
A time to cherish, a time to own,
The depth of being, the quiet profound,
In solitude’s silence, true peace is found.

So, fear not the quiet, nor the alone,
For in solitude’s realm, the heart has grown,
A tapestry of thoughts, so pure, so wide,
In the embrace of solitude, we find our guide.