Solitude

By Deepika Oberoi

When we are all alone in the mind We weave so many threads ,some are scary and some are kind There is None to talk to ,Nobody to speak Sometimes it's a blessing and sometimes it's bleak We talk to ourself, thinking about so many things Nothing We do ,lay in the bed and our heart goes Tring Tring Whatever we do ,we keep messing up in the haste Morning goes till evening and evening till morning, all the time gets waste

We feel gloomy ,bore ,down and in despair The damage which is done that is beyond repair It's never too late, When one comes to know their mistake What to unlearn ,what new to hold and what is fake Now, I have found solace in my Solitude And this is how I move into near beatitude

By Deepika Oberoi