Melancholy
                              - By Sandeep Samanta

Standing high upon the cliff,
far from the maddening world
feeling the wind that breezes against me
and hit my face
Showing me the failure of not having a companion
who could have stood by me
I had a question in my mind
Why isn't traffic music to me?
Why do i feel gauche in the company of others
living a life of recluse & morbid existence
paranoid about somebody entering my life
Thinking seems to act like a defense mechanism
plummeting the ambit of my thought
A life totally different from people of my age
It seems masochistic.
my solitude encompassed my existence.
I loved it , but now I loathe it