Alone, but not lonely

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.

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