Solitude is like a silent ghost – I can feel its presence, but have never seen it! It walks up to me slowly and envelops my whole body… and before I could succumb to the fear, it embraces my soul.
Light at the end of the tunnel
I feel I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but darkness clouds over the dimming light before I reach it … And then it turns into total blackness.
Again I’m lost in the depth of my thought. It’s become a way of life now. May be I had never seen light. Those were mere delusions – at least that gives you the comfort.
Solitude makes me feel how animated my surroundings are – they are all like speedy cars on a highway. They just dash through the busy road – one by one, to their own destination; the speedier, the better.
Life doesn’t stop. It’s the art of survival that we’ve learnt.
I too sit alone in the confinements of my life and consider my next move. Solitude thy name!
Pearls of Thoughts 
“Life doesn’t stop. It’s the art of survival that we’ve learnt.” I like this sentence. life goes on no mattr what
We come alone… in solitude.. we go alone… in solitude, it is something that accompanies us from life beyond and after. Not a speck of dust we shall carry but this solitude, ahead in our journey. The song of life is called the survival.. and it is It’s the art of survival that we’ve learnt
Thanks for the wonderful thought Ravi. It’s indeed strange… the journey of life… but so true!