Solitude 1
I can’t lock
myself in this room
Forever; I shall
go mad.
Yesterday, I sat
quietly by the sea, watched those
Waves roll
endlessly as though
Monotony
pervaded the world,
Filled it up
with peace.
Then night came.
Darkness was not
lonely though
It appeared
painted in black.
The black too
had many shades, and
Sounds of lust
and pain were
Studded like
pitch black
Gems that cut
Through skin.
There are too
many
Things in the
world --
Too much drama
and too
Much hate.
I want to
disappear from
All the
cacophony,
Listen only to
The lilting tune
of birds, watch the
Leaves bejewel
The ground in an
island far away, and find
Life in
Solitude, until
the
Darkness leaves.
Solitude 2
I can’t believe
they killed them all!
But the bodies
lie about
Like mangled
little things
That only mock.
This place is
totally silent --
Made of mud and
dirt
Filled with
splattered blood.
There’s no
solitude in
This silence.
There are too
many people in none --
Too much hate
And too many
words,
Screams that do
not die, but
Linger
Inside the head.
Do I hate
mankind?
Am I scared of
man?
Does peace
reside
In a place away,
Where the blood
has dried and has,
In the incessant
rain, washed away,
And where I can
Heal in
solitude?
Solitude 3
Up here on the
mountain
Only the eagles
stare, and the
Evergreens sway,
as though they simply
Watch, and mind
their own
Business.
The people in
the town
Never cease.
They all have
their opinions, grievances:
The other one is
wrong, and they each know
The truth. I am never good,
The complements
are fake, and
I know that they
are lying.
Life is indeed a
rat race, except that
Here, the birds
don’t really care.
They let me sit
Solemnly
And watch the
sun.
FARIEL SHAFEE
FARIEL SHAFEE is from Dhaka,
Bangladesh. However, she has spent her
life in many different cultures and considers herself to be a global
citizen. She loves to write and paint. Her writing credits and her art portfolio can
be seen on her website:
http://fshafee.wixsite.com/farielsart
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