In this poem I talk about the times of silence where I sit alone and think about life, goals and the problems that keep me awake at night.
Zero, Vaccum, tranquility, hush are the diamonds in the life’s rough,
Waging lonely battles against life’s frivolous trouphs.
In harrowing night where becons a tryst with the longing to wither the time,
The power of silence rallies the intellect to stifle this crime.
Alone I sit waiting for the train of thoughts,
Sometimes its musings somedays its an aweful lot.
The vine of challenges encircles to thicken the plot,
Then I draw the sword of logic to cut through these knots.
The time that makes the philosophers think, the time that changes the rulers to kings.
It’s that time of the day which solitude brings,
Where silence is the companion in the troubled brinks.
Things go quieter as the times go past,
Mind aches for a companion to share the feel of outcast.
The fire of melancholy burns the cauldron of heart,
Enraging the blood to add fuel for a quest miles apart.
Now I have made friends with the lonesome days,
Now i hold hands with the quiet nights.
For its the time of the day that gives wings to the thought’s flight,
My comate my crony, towards the ultimate light.