Solitude Stories

no one thinks of solitude as violent but I feel like sometimes it wants to be doesn't silence ever get tired of being peaceful from witnessing so much? does it ever crave the violence of a scream like a lover's kiss? Lonely Alone Solitude is always equated with peace But So is death

Stillness is an art, a challenge, a marathon,An elusive quality to strive for. Life’s distractions are simpler,Busy-ness, activities, filling the diary,Padding the mind with the next thing to do. The white noise of chatterExternalises focus, Like the buzz of traffic,A sea crammed with boats,The skies packed with planes. So, in this threatening, frightening, enforced stillness,It is hard to perceive the soul benefits. We h...

Lay your beating heart by mine Cross your fingers intertwine Search your soul for hidden sign Toss the straws and fall in line. Rest hope’s head upon your bed Have no tears left to be shed Sleep not on this path we tread Read the notions left unsaid. When you tire keep it in If you stop you won’t begin Journey to yourself within Find what’s needed to fit in. When you’re wretched, when you’re sad You’ll see men in same clo...

Whispering fears crawl on to me.I never expected they would come so near. Meandering through the evergreen forest,  The river could understand my discomfiture. Have all birds migrated to their summer destinations? The crawling, whispering fears are so different  From birds' untaught intonations. The river keeps safe distance in its willful motion. Nests of migrating birds do not offer me a refuge. Whispering fears slowly...

When one is spry and healthy, being alone is not too bad. Though there is no other there is much fun to be had. When aches and pains have started but are not yet too severe, life is still quite manageable even though there’s no one near. When movement becomes harder, and it’s difficult to bend, that’s when one starts to regret the absence of a friend. When pain from doing simple things does make it hard to live, one becom...

The darkness descended upon the night, So heavily you could hear it hit the ground,The birds still sang their songs by day, But I could no longer recognize the tune.My feet ran furiously, But I gained no ground.I reached out,But no one was there.I looked upon the faces of the crowd,But no one seemed to know me.And the truth was, I barely knew myself.I got down on my knees and begged forgiveness,Guilty of what, I do not kn...

I returned to Paris as in days gone by, Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why, For the city that once felt like home, Is a joyless place when you’re alone. I can’t help but recall the older days, Of sipping wine in corner cafes, Romantic dinners by candle light, That lasted well into the night. The walks along the river Seine, Huddled together against the rain, Hand in hand we’d stroll the street, Stealing kisses, so discre...