It does me good.Period.

Sometimes

you would find me sauntering

aimlessly

casually walking the by lanes

of forbidden lands

mind-scapes

to see what I wish to see

not what is there

nor will be

yet, it does me good

wishful thinking.

It’s pure indulgence

of a different kind

no bills, no dues, no reminders

just me

in a world of my making

waking up to what is not there

will never be

yet, it does me good

wishful thinking.

When did solitude become such a solace

when did loneliness become bliss

when did silence start to speak

when did dreams dance in daylight.

I see you nod, wink and turn again.

It’s I know wishful thinking

but it does me good. Period.

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