On settling down among silence, in the cradle of a silent valley
Meandering paths are not easy journeying; feels dizzier while alone
Only a lonely soul trying to listen, follow the principles of the universe
Leaving behind the tutored paths, walking toward gates of horizon
Frequently looking at the sky, now there are no more compulsions
Freedom from the routine of laying low, looking down at the desires
Eyes taking time to adapt after focusing on the magnified delusions
Rescuing that last remaining energy called liberty, feels worthwhile
Life is not supposed to be buried in the everyday struggles of intolerance
Uncommon might be the passion for finding the friendship of solitude
~Amitav
