Longing for Solae

She was amidst of turmoil & weary!

Her only desire was to find comfort, 

To rest, to be healed.

Beautiful ; yet a heavy thought.

Healing is rarely easy, sometimes -

it feels unfurling like a lotus in bloom.

Her heart choked when thoughts entwined, 

and those thoughts never touched the shore!

Her depressed mind often gave -

birth to poems filled in melancholy .

Their is a muse; buried in her bottoms!

A Calliope; wrestling with darkness.

Sometimes she is roaming inside you or

You will find her in that dear one!

You or me; alternate reality of this living 

Soothe that soul ; it's crushed long ago.