Solitude and Company

The emptiness in all its glorious necromancy

Falls prey to silence and its sole command.

Presence of mind is what fuels insanity –

Solitude and company, victims of blooming romance.

For can one truly exist without the other?

Tongue paralysed from your smoky, cider scent,

My noisiness however has me rediscover

The stains on white plaster, awaiting your advent.

The quivering stillness and throbbing calmness,

With the serene storm brewing in its wake,

Brings warmth in its gaping, white solace

But leaves the ground to rumble and quake.

Fleeting thoughts in darkened skies

Are best expelled from heart and mind,

For stewing in its compromise,

Keep you inclined to feigned mankind.

For solitude and company

Never thrive exclusively,

Both having authority

Over you and your hostility.

Syeda Erum Noor is dangerously oblivious and has no sense of time. Send help at erum.noor1998@gmail.com