It’s an encounter with tranquility,
An one-to-one with the calm;
I’m at the rendezvous of dusk and dawn,
Where the horizon is no more an imaginary line;
And being alone is merely my choice.
Solitude is painful,
But I’ve found pleasure in pain.
I try. I try really hard.
But this scribble pad
Won’t suffice if I wish to describe.
I desire to scribble,
Every single thought in my mind,
On the thin air for sometime.
If those words for ever,
Without fading, would remain.
Let me borrow those ashen clouds to scribble upon,
I’ll send ‘em afloat to your land afar.
Pray, they don’t change their course or form
Or clash against their peers, up there,
And drain away as a thunderous rain.
Allow me to scribble on those high rise walls
In the broad and vacant streets
Of your cityscapes where people seldom stroll.
Promise you’d never distemper,
For these are a few things I’d leave behind.
May I ask you to spare your heart?
I might just find enough room in there
To scribble every word I have long treasured.
For eternity, I’ll forsake solitude
And find solace in your company.