A solitary walk

Urging the will to move away from artificial laughs of the world, I reclined on the chair of thought-beds.

Trying to shirk off diffident knocks within, my feet stood up in anticipation of silver cuts.

Playing the drama of real life in the cosmos, I saw the bees and butterflies cheering the cause of art.

Sinking in the arrays of visual treats, my eyes that flickered with a lull failed to send them to heart.

Marching towards the gates of everlasting love, my feet faltered many a time to hold a hand of blessing.

Hiding the words that haunt me day and night, I looked in awe at the cherubic face of the peak that hates hissing.

Searching for a soul to accompany me with pleasure, my cells yearn to spin yarns of love that knows not any sale.

Sneering remarks in mounds heralded my crown as I crossed the deserted path towards the peak of fairy tale.

Walking in solitude with quick paces, my panting stopped upon seeing the beautiful face alighting in love.

Researching on the serendipity of wavy thoughts that bother still, I wanted to transform into a dove.

Thanking the gentle pat of the face on my back, I knelt down with eyes full of tears to kiss its hand.

Reminding the return solitary walk that awaited me, the holy face sank happily in my heart of sand.