Lavender-eyed <br />Bouganvillea creeper <br />looks at me from the <br />weather-beaten window pane, <br />A timepiece tick-tocks <br />tiredly trailing on time’s track <br />White-washed walls exhibit <br />the grubby graffiti and dusty doodles <br />of the pathetic past. <br /> <br />A lame light winks at me <br />from above my ruffled bed. <br />Salty smell of sweat sails with sooty <br />breeze of the blackened revolving fan. <br />Lying idly in the bare bookshelf <br />a broken ball-pen mocks at me. <br /> <br />A pale photograph smiles at me. <br />from the limping table <br />midst stale stubs of scalded desires <br />and scattered ashes of aches <br />overflowing from the ash-tray of life. <br /> <br />Watching the rusted reflections <br />from the ‘lost paradise’ of <br />my devastated dreams, <br />I drowsily drift into a <br />maze of memoirs - <br />where cobwebs of crawling years <br />dangle on the wispy walls <br />of blurred recollections and <br />cacophony of life dances <br />to the melancholic melody <br />of death’s symphony, <br />while I embrace my <br />solitude… <br /> <br />Copyright © 2008 Bharat B. Trivedi<br /><br />Bharat Trivedi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/embracing-solitude/
