I have had a rendezvous with solitude...at an isolated blank phase of leisure,
when hovering thoughts disrupted my pleasure; and overpowered by a sense of laze, I have had a rendezvous with solitude...when it all seemed to captivate me in a daze.
It is my ‘dream’, who helds my hand,
And leads me silently to some wondrous land;
I close my eyes to quench my thought,
I have a rendezvous with solitude -
Clueless yet, what happiness, it, to me had brought.
‘Me’ and ‘Thou’, clad in white, sat across, face to face,
As ‘Thou’ s at me, ‘I’ can have my eyes fixed in a gaze.