I hold the smoke in my hand...
That emanates from my beer coated lips..
The setting sun in front of my eyes..
And the dream all sunken to catch the clouds..
From the ringing alarm to the rising sun..
I rush to the place where i get work..
The latter never turns out actually..
And the former always kicks me bad..
The dull daily where i wish to land..
And the music in the ears soothes my spirit..
The only sun that inspires me...
And its rays that unleashes the energy within...
The light that illuminates her face...
And i think the radiance all in me...
For a moment i feel transcendental...
For a moment i feel she is next to me...
All alleviated...and all pacified...
Again the day begins that gets my soul drilled..
Again i return to the place where i sleep
With the smoke in my hand emanating from dry lips...
The latter is now a habit..
And the former never turns out to be...
The same setting sun and the birds returning home..
The sunken dream that i just see...
All this has become my life whatsoever it may be...
All this is what i do whenever i feel lone...!!!
--- Amit Purohit (The Lone Soldier)
From the lone soldier's collection.
