Do Not Disturb

Closing the door of my room, afar from the turbulence, I try to be pacified. The day has been rough again and I am yearning for serenity. Chopin’s Nocturne piece in the background falling on deaf ears. Closing the door of my room, in a remote corner, I am defeated at not thinking about what went wrong at work, and i am soon engrossed with all that is specious in life. The latter leaving with questions unanswered. Making a genuine effort to be detached from unproductive thoughts and failing badly. Closing the door of my room, aloof and beyond, I realize seasons have changed rapidly. The ‘idealistic me’ wishes for the dream to be fulfilled And then captivated by my dream, I smile only in isolation!