My unending solitude

Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence.
In the deeply hollows of solitude,
Is a quivering pulse of convalescence.

In the sheer unconsciousness of the moment,
A tear wells in the rim of eye,
And in the sudden realization of the emotion,
Slips from the cheek into oblivion.

A poem spurs from the heart,
Rhythm breaks its ties with rhyme.
Mind slips into the uniformity, momentarily,
When a moment breaks its ties with time.

Sometimes I feel and that is true,
I enjoy being alone like a dew.
That stands quietly on the top,
Of the edge of petal like a drop.

I feel that my solitude and me,
Are like the key that sets free.
My soul from the troubles of heart,
And show me a way to a brighter start.

When all livings are out of reach,
From my solitude i look up for solace.
I find the Almighty's presence,
The Creator of the Universe.

Me and my unending solitude,a strange relationship.
By turns embracing it...or such wriggling in its grip.

~aminfadly