After leaving the last train of the night ;
at one of the most secluded
hill station of the world,
solitude comes to speaks
with our loneliness.
The emptiness removes
the veil from the face.
In this place, distinctive time ;
in any secret corner of the world ;
two or four ghosts that still alive.
Those who are timeless.


Like blushing wench ;
my stunned quiddity ;
unfurled it's eyes to
the mystical horizon.
The caliginous schmooze
of the night fascinated me.
In the most secluded
locus of the world ;
sterling...