In the helter-skelter of tumultuous existence- when life becomes a grind and mind goes awry; I aspire for a moment to myself.
When the swirling cogitations in the recesses of the brain, hangs like a catacomb from the shriveled leaves of my dry heart, I crave for a moment to myself.
When the vices of the world smothers my senses, and numb silence pervading around shrieks like an orphan, I long for a moment to myself.
When the deep chasm 'within' exposes my lacerated 'self'- pining for long-lost freedom, I need a moment to myself.
