A dream to travel Solo.

I incessantly gawk at the ceiling,

Every morning after I open my eyes,

Contemplating about that why doesn’t,

This ceiling magically turn into Sky?

Then lazily I get up,

And stand up on my feet,

Thinking why this ground beneath,

Doesn’t turn into sand of beach?

I sing in the shower,

The songs of distress,

I want only waterfalls to wet me,

And take away my stress.

I look out of my window,

The buildings around make me sad,

I want to spectator some view,

Where the horizon seems to have no end.

But what keeps me alive is,

All these dreams yet to follow,

As I sleep every night with a promise to myself,

That one day I’ll definitely travel solo.