The fortunes of solitude

No mind is untouched,

your thoughts and ideas were conveniently fetched

from crass craven talks

right there, the lunacy starts!

But Solitude, is a favor from the living

and the flavor of the dying;

By choice, it is a fortune

but by chance, you might just be dancing to its folly tune.

A solitary goon is, but a sane man

conjuring the world at best he can

readily trading reality for the world in his mind

living amongst the warm flesh of men

is imprisonment for his kind.

by and by, his mind grows to be deaf

and in time and with luck, completely dumb

A tactile world, he realizes is a mighty bluff

and to this lie, he wouldn't succumb

A Dusty Inspiration

Inspired, if you must

it could as well be from dust

Seen him? the prince riding on the rays of the sun

the sun, the scare causing sacred one, has human enemies none

But when men stomp on dust, dust rises and flies across

neatly gliding onto the path of golden rays

like the heat and the burn was not felt,like nothing could cause him to faze

Dust maybe has a thousand limbs invisible

sneaking through and clinging to old minds whenever possible

inviting a snigger,a sneer; jerking the lazy things

Cos he is a warrantor for freshness and gives change; new wings

Dust is hard, is strong and is just too aggressive

But water's fluidity threatens to wash away with steps progressive;

will this incapacitate dusts' disguised hold on the world?

oh,but then, our prince is quite intelligent and bold

Individual enemies are strong allies now

threatening to block out the mighty sun and how,

blankets of clouds have been formed

thereby sun's demeanor amongst humans deformed

Oh you naughty, haughty dust

thou definitely are the best!