Solitude, you are the lone bird above, soaring high,
You are  the caged bird, desiring to reach the sky,
You are the first drop of rain, on a parched piece of land,
You are imprisoned, in an hour glass, like a grain of sand.

Solitude, you are in my mother’s eyes, waiting tirelessly for me,
You are in someone’s broken heart, weeping alone, by the sea,
You are in a little boy’s smile, when he sees the shooting star,
You are in the old man’s stride, walking homeward , very far.

Solitude, you are in the midnight silence,of a busy city street,
You are in those countless waves, thrashing at the rock’s feet,
You are in that crimson light of dawn, waking up from sleep,
You are hiding like a tiny tear drop, lost in the ocean’s deep.

Solitude, you are with a lone soldier, on guard, near the fence,
You are in a sailor’s heart, searching the shore with his lens,
You are on a poet’s mind, amongst the hills and meadows,
You are a silent prayer by the night, with a grieving widow .

Solitude, you are in the echoing chants of Gurbani, by the day,
You are in the evening azan, welcoming the evening to stay,
You are in the shlokas , flowing like music in a melodious voice,
You are sitting within the Chappell, tuning to my inward noise.

Solitude, you are in my absolute silence, you are in my chaos,
You are in my joyful reverie, you are laced with pathos,
You are in my drama, you are in my shameless fall and peak,
Solitude, you are my treasured companion, it is you I forever
seek.