There are times when i feel like...

Getting away from home, from school
From the familiarity of everyday routines;
To be transported to a distant place where
Nothing else stands between you and
That elusive sense of inner calm.

Not with all that banality Life entails;
Not with the angst, the pain, the frustration -
Even capricious joy and transient relief.
Not with the engulfing din that refuses to cease,
Assaulting you no matter when and where.

You shut your eyes only to see the images.
The pillow over your head proves no match
Against the infilitrating noise that
Finds its way through insidiously -
Just as poisonous fumes would diffuse
So effortlessly, till every space is territorised,
Leaving you out of breath.

Solitude is no loneliness.
It is the quiet absence of troubles and din,
Its company well-loved and soothing.
When a crushing sense of helplessness descends,
You start to feel like a child all over again.
And so it's time to get away,
To take a breather and to find content.