Solitariness

My inquest is still on...
to slake a drop of console...
Console!!! AH!! has long gone...
for the vindication...
I still marvel..
and left me in the billet...
for which..
even my soul....
jitters to befriend me...
and left me to be inscribed...
a living corpse...
with a smear soul...
yoked to it..
against its will..
just to endure....
the canon of the nature...

People whom I knew...
winnowed diffrent aisles...
and left me...
with arrant obscurity...
to which path...
should I convoy...
OH! just clumsy to cinch...
I was forced...
to live abandoned..
to cope up...
with the life...
for which....
even the deity...
feels a chime of atone...
for creating...


I am so buried....
I am so spliced...
I am so repressed...
to my own hems..
that I started abhoring...
the world...
crawling alien...
and trying to redicule...
my hurt semblance...

Oh! I am so desolate....
so shorn of life....
and it's becoming my praxis...
and keeps me preserved...
and sovereign...
with my solitariness...
The same solitariness....
as dwelling in the hopeless eyes...
of a chronic widow....