Solitude

“In Solitude, the solitary man consumes himself, in the crowd the crowd consumes him.”–Friedrich Nietzsche

solitude

Amid the sonorous crowd,

loneliness sings its own symphony.

While you make love to solitude,

the deep, dark river flowing within,

Preposterous, the crowd,

with droplets of  sweat and the cloudburst of conceit,

Think you are clad with your own nudity

amid the faceless drapes.

They serenade around, like kites

flowing in their air, their words,

tainted smiles bubble up, melting, disjoined.

The daylight and the dusk pirouette,

their algorithm matched in unerring steps

rejoice in this indolent repartee.

With laser eyes, while they scan your countenance,

the crescendo and fall of your breath,

the silhouetted darkness of your tresses

swaying in the familiar landscape,

they miss the wordless carnival within,

Where you break and tweak,

Burn and rise up again,

from your own deep trenches.

All Rights Reserved. Lopa Banerjee. July 25, 2015

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Solitude

  1. “…The daylight and the dusk pirouette,

    their algorithm matched in unerring steps

    rejoice in this indolent repartee……” Your words, Lopadi, your words have magic in them, you create such an atmosphere of poetry that I often feel like getting lost in them, brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

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