you delight
in a glass of wine,
you delight
in the clash of clans,
for, you have never tasted
the syrup of solitude.
you chase
vain pleasures,
you ransack
for the golden glitters,
for, you have never tasted
the syrup of solitude.
it will cease:
the gifts of gossip,
the glimmers of intoxication,
& your soul will
ask for a purpose.
then,
you have to return to
yourself.
then,
you have to face
yourself.
then,
you have to answer
yourself.
remember:
there lies an unbrewed bliss
in your soul.
there lies an unlit passion
that awaits the flick of flame.
there lies an untapped
stream of consciousness
that awaits the
confession of the truths.
since your eyes are
bound to littleness
so, you are blind
to the abundance.
taste the bliss of solitude.
& you will never crave
or cling or crawl.
you will live in light,
with delight.
