Solitude is addictive,
Solitude is self-love;
It is the beauty of living with oneself,
The calmness, in the crowd.
Solitude is phlegmatic,
Solitude is metanoia;
It is the time to rejoice in the scintilla within oneself,
The renaissance in me.
Solitude is ebullient,
Solitude is serene;
It is the home of a lonely heart,
The bliss in me.
Solitude is sedating,
Solitude is equanimity;
With no fear and no expectations,
The rapture in me.
Solitude is the endless conversations with the moon,
Laughing with the sun.
Crying in the rain,
And, healing with the coziness of those burning woods.
Solitude is traveling alone in the books,
Solitude is when the heart sings and dance;
The never-ending grins,
And, giving life a chance.
Solitude is a savior,
Solitude is spiritual,
Binding me, with the Lord.
Solitude is falling in love with oneself, each day,
Being your own sunshine, in times of hades,
And, laughing hard to get in the game (life).
Solitude is the reason, I admire the petrichor;
Solitude is the reason,
for listening to the butterflies, cats, birds & dogs.
Because solitude made me deaf,
I cannot listen to the crowds;
The noises that had hurt me before, are silent now.
Solitude, you are the true goddess!
Make me forever yours.
