The territories of solitude

Utter silence is the bliss of solitude
Even a drop of water may end up in waves
Drowning into the pitfalls of thoughts
And struggles to get out of it will remain the struggle

The flashes of past and present
The future may lit as fears
Death and life rotates around
Huge and surrounding waves of engulfing agony may choke breath

The darkness of aloofness will always leave
A light of hope and eagerness
It’s the soul’s utmost tussle
Soul will always win the dreads

The enormous power of human soul
Will illuminate and surpass
The terrors and tears
Seclusion is loving oneself and embracing the sufficiency of oneself