As I roam, <br />In the lonely corridors, <br />Of my mind, <br />I flinch, <br />At the sensory lull, <br />And a moment dull. <br />Amidst a life full, <br />There is an empty, ghastly, <br />Loneliness. <br /> <br />So as I clear the cobwebs, <br />I see a mirror, <br />And I see me, <br />I talk to myself, <br />And I slowly, <br />Remove the embellishments, <br />That I carry as a burden, <br />For social compulsions. <br />And as i look eye to eye, <br />An hour of awakening, <br />Reckoning begins. <br /> <br />And as I take this, <br />Pregnant pause, <br />The seeds, <br />New ideas are born. <br /> <br />And without my knowledge, <br />The empty corridors, <br />Turn into a spa, <br />And me, rejuvinated!<br /><br />maitreyee joshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitude-an-aspect/
