Solitude

I build a monument for my sorrows

On the planet of solitude.
Thoughts fly like butterflies.

The friends who said would come

Do not call even.

Grief is not for the mind to bear now.

Its the right of the body.

Grief has neither languages nor countries or homes.

They began from one place and goes somewhere.

But will my body suffice to harbor

The Wandering Pains?

I wait on the beaches of memories

But my mind is now shattered as sand.

Is this fragmentation

My existence?

I walk, wafting off many people in me.

All soft emotions turned hard iron,

By the touch of time.

How changed I am!