A Relic Life in solitude

A Relic Life in solitude short poem

I go to work to keep sane,
The youth loathe me in my face.
Aloof, I display a character of experience,
Of Poise, of dignity and inflicted disgrace!

My mirror welcomes me home silently,
I caress my dry lips with my finger tips,
Forcefully feed myself some leftovers,
Hope for no more of storm that rips.

I end stroking the meow to get sleep,
She seeks comfort in my callousness,
I hear my husky echo back,
I then slumber back to muteness.

A glare on my face wakes me up,
I squint to see the sunrise,
Another day of me and myself,
A forlorn self, a living disguise!

She did say ‘a time would come
When you or I would be alone,
No one to ring our door bell
Or feed us love over phone’.

I smirk at the opaque wall,
Laden with gray pictures of us,
She stays young and elegant,
But I am renamed ‘an old cuss’

My forlorn surrounds bemuse me,
At an age when moon is near,
Murky, morose, miserable days,
A long dark night with no fear

My solitary self says dear friend,
Befriend me now or never,
Darkness tiptoes past sunset,
Loneliness abides with me forever!

Once a many time solitude cries
‘I am the bitter truth of a glorious life’

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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Ravindran Govindaraju

Life is parody of contraries..as much full of compromise…Solitude correctS my past.Brings those silver lines brights…a twilight reaches undefined horizen.heralds a hope that tomorrow is not yet another today..”. Bitter truth of our unsung life..”

Ravindran Govindaraju

I love certain line
s..so philosophical..”door Bell may not ring.”

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A moving depiction of a lonely soul..Nice writing @Charu_Gulati


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