When does the heart slow its beat
When it’s at ease and splendid calm,
When it’s fanned by a gentle breeze
From the mind, that act like balm.

We loathe minds but seldom the heart
Do we not the connect miss,
The heart and mind are confidantes
Like the two lips we need for the kiss.

The heart always seeks to be
With the one who knows it best
And, where else could that ever be
But where it lies, in that breast.

Solitude, is what it greatly desires
To speak its mind, as it were,
Else, the constant beating it receives
Leaves it in a terrible whirr.

To be by yourself and with too
Is the greatest form of ecstasy,
If that is not pure magic for you
Then, when and how will you be happy

If you need another to get you there
Then Solitude’s not for you
But, sadly, also not for you then
Is the only pleasure that’s really true.

Try Solitude some silly day
Let your heart have it’s full say,
Free of intrusions, Time all your own
Your direction, you the actor, it’s your Play.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 40 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)