Recluse poet, shutting himself from the ways of the world.
Admiring the dark moors and lil stars in the sky as night fall.
O’ crowd! O’ trumpet blowers! O’ enthusiastic revelers!
I am not longing for your company for insane talks and mundane conversations bout’ world affairs.
My muse is keeping me company as I reflect on words to describe the beauty of her soul.
Her smile, long hair,lips and eyes makes me drunk as we sit in silence.
Inspiration is thy word! Love transpires in the night!
The poet in me is kept alive through the beauty of words in the silent moment.
I treasure every second of my life as no distraction shall deter me.
It’s a trance of sort as I go deeper and deeper in the mirage of thoughts.
It’s gonna be the perfect poem, perfect string of words.
As I enjoy the power of my thoughts and delve on the day and night that transpires through the power of words.