Penned down

Nothing from personal experience... Just mulled over a thought and insta-posted a poem on it. Some thing like a rapid fire poem. :) Its solitude that I yearned, Far from the maddening crowd. Where it was me and my thoughts alone; And silence all around! I found a cozy , lonely place Where I could shut out the world. Where time took a confortable pace. Utopia - Was this it, I thought. Bored, soon I began to brood. Solitude, silence, loneliness, like all dreamy things is good Only for a short time, I guess But by then the world had forgotten me, And shunned me, like I did to them This fickle mind now yearns for company To hear the sweet noise of mayhem

A poem sans rhyme! Yet... Unheard melodies! Keats version of melody rings in my ears. The sweeter one, I mean. To love something that you can perceive is easy. To appreciate the unperceived is easier. For you cant find a flaw with them. They are perfect through their obscurity. Refreshingly new each time. Alas, they last only until they choose.