Alone they sit, in silence deep,
Where thoughts arise from shadows\' keep.
With every breath, chaos takes flight,
In the realm of mind, it finds its might.
Terrifying, the power they hold,
Within their thoughts, stories unfold.
Crafting worlds from naught but air,
In solitude\'s grasp, chaos they dare.
No armies march, no battles fought,
Yet in their mind, chaos is wrought.
A symphony of fears, doubts, and dread,
Spinning turmoil within their head.
But in the midst of this swirling storm,
There lies a quiet, a sense of form.
For within chaos, a calm does reside,
In the heart of solitude, they find their guide.
So in the quiet of the night\'s embrace,
They navigate chaos with steady pace.
Alone they sit, yet not afraid,
For within themselves, serenity is made.
~ hajra zafar ~