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Walden

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Afford me this little stretch of land
And I shall proceed to build a home
Which despite its humble wares
Would invite the most envious of stares
For it’d be liberty that’ll hold its walls
And liberty that’ll dwell within

And years later, my dear liberty
Misconstrued and hence undone
Would find itself worn down by wealth
And yet be claimed by all as theirs
For a child born in prison is adorned by chains
And hence considers them ornaments

So afford me this little stretch of land
Where I may proceed to build a home
With the strength of my limbs
The power of my mind
And the freedom to exercise both
I shall show you what sustenance is

Solitude

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I see when I close my eyes:

A small clearing in some obscure woodland
And me perched on a bark that is higher than most
Observing the trail of trees
As they wind away from me
To a distant place I care not about

Calm white waters all around
And on a small wooden island I lie down
Oars overboard, sans sails
At the mercy of currents
Swaying to the rhythm of solace

Dried leaves strewn about
Like vestiges of memories laid to rest
And the trees now bare, bow down
To the might and grace of autumn
While I step on those memories and walk ahead
Slowly, earnestly and with great will
In search of my autumn