Solitude:

One would call me melancholic

When they read this,

I'd call it solitude

For life is not always a bliss.

Loneliness anchors me down

And makes me feel like a clown!

Mocking at my own shadow-like existence

But this sentence would have looked peculiar in the past tense.

For I was once careless,young and free

And had enough leisurely time

To catch ants , caterpillars and bumble bee.

I kept 'em bottled in a glass jar

With little holes in it.

These moments are like hot chocolate

Which I savour bit by bit.

One question that always haunts me,

"What the hell am I doing here?"

Cause I feel like an alien

Whose spaceship has landed

In this materialistic sphere.

At this moment

Love comes to my rescue

And I bid adieu to solitude.

                                                     - Khateeja Sadaf