As I feel dethroned,
I open my eyes to being alone,
in medley of company
and riddles of cacophony,
as if perfection strangulates my nascency
as if achievements mob my serenity!
There is an inkling of vaccum
in a perfectly built illusion of my own,
and the layout seems fragmented
as if there is lot to be inculcated!
So, Dabbling with solitude,
as I unravel my lost fortitude,
I seamlessly surrender to being me,
in a sea of commotion and tranquility,
for then I feel lounging around at home
amidst a quagmire of insignificance and grandeur,
as if there is not a speck more
that I desire to unlock in my stores,
as if romancing myself is an idea I have until ignored
living in a shell that echoed what I always abhorred,
so, when the time sweep me to shores
where monotony never snores,
I wallow in my loneliness
without an iota of disdainful mess,
learning to strike conversations
that have hitherto wailed in abyss of contemplation,
to find out what is swirling inside this masterpiece,
letting me gather mellifluous rhythms that trumpeted peace!
And, grooving to the music that never flowed from thrones,
I only struck chords with myself being alone!