Friday, January 24, 2014

Quarantined.


A lone(some) walker.
An unaccompanied biker.
An introverted observer.
A solitary worker.
A single-room sole occupant...
with an attitude that's seldom flippant.
An unassisted chef...
for a sole non-gluttonous gourmand.
A muffled mute...
that cannot bear deafening silence.
A distant individual. In a remote coastal land.
A solo being. With sunlit dreams grand.
Seclusion fears tucked away
Inching towards, yet another reclusive day...!

3 comments:

  1. I could feel stroke by stroke.. No words to express..
    A deeeep breath..

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  2. Being a comrade in melancholy,
    Indeed we are in indigence
    Not of wealth and opulence
    But of ally and kinship..

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