SOLITARY HAPPINESS

                                                       


Of all the places I looked for you,
I found you walking by my side..
Sometimes fro and then receding,
Almost similar to a tide.
First, I looked for you in others' homes,
Through dawn and dusk, in countless domes.
I saw you hiding in my lover's lips,
That when he smiled, I saw you peep.
And also in the eyes of the homeless boy,
When I gave him that dented toy.
I saw you peeping through the tags of pricely clothes,
But, then I realised, its still me, you loathe!
I once saw you crawling with an infant,
And also aromatise as my crush's scent!
In the sky with the rising winter sun
And during the festival,
When I played with the water gun.
Sometimes when my Mother called,
And then again, when I saw my favourite food stall.
I saw you everywhere, countless times.
So much that I couldn't reckon if everytime you were actually mine.
But, then again, I recalled..
Of all the places I had looked for you..
I had found you walking by my side,
Whenever I walked alone, with thoughts so hazy,
Or, when I got to bed in the lone night, feeling so lazy.
I never knew I'd find myself in that genre,
That I'd be so involved in myself, to be called a loner.
Something inhibited in me this irrefutable attitude..

That I finally got you in my solitude.