The moments alone

The moments alone
Are no longer a botheration
I wonder how I can spend now
Hours, days, weeks
Even months.
Silent.
Not speaking to anyone.
Not thinking of anyone.
But a picturesque
Of unconnected thoughts
And unplanned doings.
Some contemplations.
Imagined wooings.
But I don't mind it.
Except sometimes.
When the heart cries
All of a sudden.
The glass full
Uptill the brink.
And I crave
For those arms
To not hold me.
Rather, to move right along
And dance.
And I miss those sounds
Of morning conversations
On hills, on ground.
And I seek
Some new connections.
I crave for
Psychological satisfaction.
Sometimes,
I do get disturbed
By random interested suitors.
By strange set of hands.
And I coil inside
By the sudden force of it.
Or probably
I do let it hit.
But it's always
That the circle rotates.
And I find it
Much better
Inside my shell.
Inner peace.
The calm state.
So I clean up the slate.
To begin yet again.
The journey inside.
Deep inside
The shallow plain.

- Surbhi Rohera