In and Inspired


©2016 Vijita Pillai

With folks around, their whirlpool of views
I fell in it, my notions buried -
No regrets for I had the finest lot,
With them I saw the best times fly.
..and here I mourn their absence –
Memories now poems, shaped in solitude…

Wandering today, wonder what I lost,
On the roads that we once explored,
On ways that echoed unconfined laughs;
The inner self finds hard to smile -
..and the sparkling whites are sealed.
Now wrinkles of wisdom, unfold in solitude…

I breathed; but died a hundred times,
Now respire reminiscence -
Stood still, yet walked a thousand miles,
the path of despair past.
..and today I am the Phoenix –
Rising strong from the hurt in solitude…

The sense of loneliness hurts no more,
Love the pain bestowed on me,
Now is the time I have for myself,
Growing in time, by knowing me
..and wiser now; taking life easy - I spill emotions.
Pen down thoughts; inspired by solitude


Comments

  1. Vijita, this is a most lovely and wise poem. Your thoughts flow in an ever increasing awareness of life and its effects. Wonderful

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    1. Thanks for the appreciation, Debi! :)

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  2. I think we all need solitude to reflect of life and ourselves. As we get older we realise how short life is and that we should waste not one minute of it.

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    1. Absolutely... as we mature with time and redefine our goals, somewhere we realize the need to rediscover ourselves too and that's where solitude becomes bliss! :)

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  3. Welcome to Prompt Nights 💖 this is absolutely exquisite writing, Vijita 💖 I love the tenderness of the lines "The sense of loneliness hurts no more, Love the pain bestowed on me, Now is the time I have for myself, Growing in time, by knowing me" as we grow older we gain more sense of maturity and wisdom.. Beautifully penned 💖 Thank you so much for participating. Delighted to have you with us 💖


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thanks for the appreciation, Sanaa! :)

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