I wish to escape, now,
silently, tiptoeing away
from this dins and bustles,
hooting and hustles,
from the cataract minds,
inaudibly,
without leaving
any echo of my footfalls,
without letting you know
the whisper of my breath;
holding the relics of my hopes, clutching the silhouette of my last lingering dreams and
embracing a few stolen memories,
now I wish to go away and hide
into the violet skyline
where I can keep my head
on the tousled monsoon clouds and
sleep peacefully.
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