About my book “SOLITUDINARIAN “

Solitudinarian is a woeful tale of a person, who survived after confronting the indecipherable enigmas in his life.His dear ones left him with a sarcastic smile on their wicked faces.when he had no one in his life, grief held his hand and provoked him to write about despondency. Even today, he is living with some unfulfilled yearns and the untold sacrifices, he made for his cynosure.He decided to live with some bleak memories, that rustle in his mind every now and then. 


Glimpse of an orphanage 

Opened eyes in an orphanage…   Some inquisit about their parents,   As if a child is trapped in a cage. 

They play with broken toys,  Donated by pretentious aristocrats!  Grief of losing parents usually annoys.

Roaming without slippers in winters Nobody scolds him!                    “You’ll fall sick ” Nobody whispers.

Searching parents in every person. Something echoes in their head,  They miss them in every season.

Neither they’ve memories nor photographs,                                   Some self-portrayed glimpses.      story of unseen scars…

” Getting everything in charity         In the envelope of disparity”


 The ongoing tussle between my mind and heart is urging me to recall some unpleasant moments of my life, which is tormenting for me. I was an infant, when God auctioned my toys and then happiness disowned me for years. My crown is decorated with bountiful achievements, but the agony of losing certain things, has nullified the ecstasy of these achievements. Life has not always been deceitful to me , but it has never missed a chance to trample me ruthlessly. The companion I had , is a known stranger now. I dwell in my self created notional world, which is a quagmire of untold sacrifices and nightmares. The walls around me , delineates the glimpses of some familiar faces and the windows are lament of some departures. An adamant door, that won’t allow a menace or an intruder to barge in to my notional world, with a deliberation to deceive me.
    This day has to be cherished          A broken mirror has to be fixed.

-Vaibhav Singh 


       Silent scream 

By – vaibhav  singh

I play with words,
You play with lives.
Someday Karma would stab you,
With thousands of knives.

I’ve  no grudges against her,
But an egoist can’t be a true lover.
Almost everything  went wrong.
But somewhere, it made me strong.

You’re a bad omen to everyone.
Ever been  loyal to anyone!?
As cunning as a fox,
Good at climbing rocks.

I misperceived nightmare as a dream.
Everything is trapped in a silent scream.


She smiled after destroying himWill it be considered as a sin?               Kept him in the darkness of diplomacy,                                       When curtains were lifted,           She was the murderer of his ecstasy.

He got deluded by her conviction
Yearn to reveal everything via fiction
Incinerating her memories forever,
He wails !!!!
It’s all over…..

He taught her ” How to play with words”
And she played with his life!
She left him , for someone better.
Yes! She was a traitor.