Solitude

My companion, 

Why you shine so late? 

Is it the sunshine? 

Or the cold shoulders? 

With you, 

Each second counts a moment. 

And I hear choices, 

That are always mine. 

By my side, 

Does everything stand still? 

Or, is this the world, 

That I never reached before? 

All the idle talk, 

Gosh! Exist only in memory. 

Skies are short for the days, 

When there were no chit-chats, 

To and about people. 

The lines, that always contact! 

The hands, which run through my hair, 

The tears, that make me smile, 

The darkness, that lit my world, 

The patch notes, that sew me together. 

This intimacy, I feel vacuous about. 

Where does this bond hail from? 

I luxuriate, 

In the chill of dawn, 

Getting rid of longing for warmth. 

I scrutinize, 

The unseen colours of dusk, 

With every transition they make. 

My critic, 

Even when I stand against him, 

He reflects my goodness, 

As he points out my demons. 

Awestruck! With this candor. 

Be it, 

Ecstacy or melancholy, 

My favor never tilts. 

I feel them to the fullest. 

As if, 

That no cheer can match  

And no words can soothe. 

Is this, 

The love that novels boast about? 

An incomparable commitment with oneself. 

I am lost in this love. 

Whenever I keep up with myself, 

When I hit the roads, 

When I tear apart 

And in every little thing, I do.