Disappearance and Adventure

A personal journey of solitude, dreams, and poetry, finding peace and self-discovery while escaping the world around me.

I woke up one fine morning and it was all set to leave the scenes, to do a thing in my way. The sun was fine and I watched the clouds sailing like small boats, and yet I was accustomed to be ready and leave. I took no briefcase, no books and no clothing, it was just me and my time.

There was no room for a disappearance but I had to go, to hide myself in a world I believe is poetry. I had to ask mother’s permission to go, she unhesitatingly allowed me for the dream. I had a dream to disappear from everything, from friends, from the eyes that might have wished to see me. And my presence vanished into the room that became my only friend.

I had made no friends, no followers, no one in this journey, as time was my companion. I saw the day coming and night falling, the clouds disappearing and rain coming down. The disappearance had given me time, more time to isolate myself. I felt someone had wanted to meet me.

I had hide myself from the closing sun, the stars that appeared all went away. I read Shakespeare, some of Keats’s finest odes and went through some modern poets. They have come to be my companion in this journey. I spoke little, the magic was air and thoughts deeply left me in immersion.

Sidharth PK
India (Columnist/ Writer/ Poet/ Teacher)

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