I don’t remember the last
When I sat like this, alone
But not lonely,
At my home,
By this table
On a peaceful evening
As the Sun sets quietly
As birds return to their nests
As leaves flutter in the breeze
I can see them move
Not only that
I look at them with longing
With joy, with calm
I love this hour,
And, it makes me long
For days when I can wander
Alone, but not lonely,
With my train of thoughts
Rolling by with me
May be a hotel room
Or a long distance train
Where I sit by the window
Sip hot coffee
Read from a book
Write a few poems
Edit my stories
And, move my dream
Of becoming a writer
Closer to reality.