Solitude ~

 SOLITUDE

Solitude can be such a cozy partner
indulges us with the most soulful conversations
a million bifurcations
the what ifs
and the just -in-cases
flights of wishful fancies to unknown places
me and my solitude
we do this often enough

if he was here.....this is what he would say
oh this , would definitely annoy him
and that --would make him roll his head back
laugh uproariously......

yes.....
me
and my solitude.....we do this often enough
on days when the going gets rough
the ache refuses to subside
and the rawness seems so alive
accessible and throbbing



yes.....
we....
my solitude and me
we give breathing space to our thoughts
i say , its a damned fine plot
we play dreamcatchers
and insist on hammering it out
sit under the shower
and draw smiley faces on the bathroom mirror
watch joy shoot out like a slingshot
grin at our own inside joke
as the drawings drip and blot

on some mornings... he sits across the room
watching me wake up
still in the throes of sleep...
of sleep and convictions
that get washed away with the first sliver of dawn
a willing pawn
still lost --- focused
as if trying to etch every detail of my lovebugs face
burn it so deep into my head
that it lingers long after i am dead
seemingly inconsequential things

the tilt of his head
the mole on his neck
pronouncing his o's as u's

i stretch and the solitude comes closer
i hum lines in hindi
hoping to beguile him


tu badan hai....mein hoon chaaya
tu na ho....to mein kahan hoon
mujhe pyaar karne waale
tu jahan hai
 mein wahan hoon

he nestles closer
and i rest my head
in the crook of his arm

sometimes
we just do less for awhile
and don't feel guilty
about doing it all

.
© Sonny



 another wonderful night of poetry at dVerse,

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