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Recluse poet, mirage of thoughts

Recluse poet, shutting himself from the ways of the world.

Admiring the dark moors and lil stars in the sky as night fall.

O’ crowd! O’ trumpet blowers! O’ enthusiastic revelers!

I am not longing for your company for insane talks and mundane conversations bout’ world affairs.

My muse is keeping me company as I reflect on words to describe the beauty of her soul.

Her smile, long hair,lips and eyes makes me drunk as we sit in silence.

Inspiration is thy word! Love transpires in the night!

The poet in me is kept alive through the beauty of words in the silent moment.

I treasure every second of my life as no distraction shall deter me.

It’s a trance of sort as I go deeper and deeper in the mirage of thoughts.

It’s gonna be the perfect poem, perfect string of words.

As I enjoy the power of my thoughts and delve on the day and night that transpires through the power of words.

With Love






Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

10 thoughts on “Recluse poet, mirage of thoughts

    1. Thanks a ton, Aditi, for the lovely words. How’s the ethical hedonist faring? Words, how much I love them. Your words mean a lot and, btw, are you on FB? tried looking but couldn’t find you..hehe.

  1. You have penned a beautiful gem from deep within dear poet! Such a wonderful way to begin the day with genuine thoughts of love that bring radiance to the morning as the first rays of dawns early light! Thanks for sharing!

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