Solitude – An Artist’s Best Companion to Create Magic


The Mona Lisa, by Leonardo da Vinci. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)
The Mona Lisa, by Leonardo da Vinci. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)

There are some people who love to be in solitude. They wish that they could spend some quality time being alone.

They are called the Artists, who create magic with the rainbows through the ordinary grey shades of life in solitude.

We the ‘artists’ include writers, painters, musicians, singers and many more. We give life to the creations that we create with passion. We give our best shot when we are left in solitude. Creativity takes birth here, when we are ourselves in solitude.

The magic of our passions are read by you as the words that the writers create in solitude.

The magic of our passions are heard by you as the music that the musicians create in solitude.

The magic of our passions are seen by you as the paintings that the artists create in solitude. 

– Anoop
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At Coffeehouse with Solitude


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At Coffeehouse with Solitude (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He travels, he watches movies, he goes shopping, he walks, he explores, he plays and he goes to the coffeehouse. But he does all these activities alone in solitude.

He finds peace in solitude.

He is in love with solitude.

He talks to himself in solitude.

He is in harmony with solitude.

He walks by holding the hands of solitude.

He is at the coffeehouse with solitude.

– Anoop

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Me, Moon, Wind, Silence and the Night


Torn away from the busy world,

Sitting calm as nothing to look forward,

Winds dash me to look up to the skies,

Looking up at the skies with my hand on the chin,

Felt the vibrating silence surrounding me,

As I had nothing to say but only emptiness,

Now the void was filling up,

As the moon, the night and the wind were lending me their shoulders,

The vobbling silence continued,

As I looked on unconvinced at the moody moon,

The night filled the emptiness with its dark shades,

I looked on clueless as the wind caressed the sleeping trees…

 

– Anoop
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