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Solitude

written by: Aurora Kastanias

 

I never feel, lonely in my isolation.
Indulging in my spirited passions I laugh
At my unspoken quips and sallies,
Murmuring sweet words of affection
To Self while tenderly kissing my shoulder

Pouring glasses of wine as red as my blood
Crimson drops lasciviously melding
With my substance whilst I listen
To my essence blissfully at peace,
Yoga stands in physics and poetry.

However,

As I come out of my sheltering abode
I impulsively suffer enfeebling crises
Watch the world its beauty ignored
By frantic people passing by unable
To appreciate themselves lost

In small talks avoiding getting closer
To one, another realise they are part
Of one big family named humanity, I fall
Into irrational despair as I regret they do not
Grasp the marvel that is their sheer existence.

I endure,

Effusing words vibrating away
Through the air they breathe I like to imagine
They perceive the love I wish to infuse
A sense of warmth an evanescent caress
Whispering to their spirits all is well.

Yet I can’t neglect, disabling solitude
Ineluctably besieging me solely amongst others.

Aurora Kastanias

Aurora Kastanias

Born from a Greek, British, Ghanaian father and a Persian mother, I grew up in Rome, where my parents fled to during the Iranian Revolution. The passion for the art of writing led me to earn a Baccalaureate in Literature, being ever since influenced by French 17th and 18th century authors.
While studying for my BA in Business Administration, at an American University in Rome, I further got enchanted by 19th century existential authors as well as European ‘absurdism’ and the Theatre of the Absurd.
It was only after my MBA that I started writing more seriously, giving space to my true passions. In recent years I have written two existential novels in Italian. In recent months I have started studing astrophysics and writing poems in english, which finally brings me here.
Aurora Kastanias

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