With solitude winds canoodling
And quail whistling scales
I'm off on a secluded path
Not complying any trails

The milieu doesn't beset
But teaches us to sail
Tripping and catching ourselves
Through despotic weather's wail
Carrying clouds of wisdom
And some flames of anger
With condensed courage
And fistfuls of candour

It's a journey of long miles
To wangle prompt answers
To deal with challenges
Questing for unwon letters

I come across hollow nights
That project...