Every time I am alone,
and suffer the pangs of creativity,
Traveling becomes my muse,
And I begin to write.
The mind contemplates,
the abstractions around me,
and the brain gets absorbed,
Into deep thoughts and reflections.
Alone in a deserted land,
which somewhat resembled a desert,
I set out on a long journey,
To pacify the lust within.
I came across frozen lakes,
and dried up rivers,
And burning hot deserts.
Then, there were remote islands,
and snow covered mountains,
their peaks gleaming,
Like the silver lining around a cloud.
I happened to reach an abandoned place,
with no living being around,
till the point my eyes could see,
And I was totally freaked out.
The dark clouds overlaid,
and there was darkness all around,
I could neither see,
Maybe it was night,
maybe there was dearth of light,
maybe the darkness if ignorance,
Which desperately wanted to set itself ablaze?
probably the dawn of a new day,
Paved way for light.
The warmth of the sun,
melted the ice-cold heart,
and the bracing dew drops,
Filled it with glee.
The stoned eyes were now wet,
With dreams of hope.
And when I woke up, it all slipped by,
And I chuckled and slept again.