My New Address

Donot look for me in the lanes of happiness... Because I have rented a room in the slums of loneliness; Where I hear my own stories & share myself- my woes & worries. I have left that world of kin & friends... For a place where bondage of bonds ends; I think this room suits me well... Although you might call it a second hell! I had enough of social touch, And veiled looks that hide so much: I am happy in this world confined... Where no fake voice echoes nor illusions blind! !