Slow....Solitude

Days..
When I used to stay under a blanket till nine 
And wake up late just to miss classes.
And go... 
Step outside
Roam around. 
Goto sea...
Or else to stroll alone
To some dusty, old 
Unknown streets with unknown people...
Watching the sky 
Listening to stories with strangers..
Laughing hard with them.
Often in rush, also slow...
In the silence of that city..
Autograph of solitary days 
Still has its echoes of love and pain.
That was days..
When I stay under a blanket till nine 
And wake up late just to miss classes.
And go... 
Step outside
Roam around. 
Goto sea...
Sometimes to my fav restaurant 
Or else to stroll alone
To some dusty, old 
Unknown streets with unknown people...
Watching the sky 
Listening to stories with strangers..
Laughing hard with them.
Often in rush, also slow...
In the silence of that city..
Autograph of solitary days 
Still has its echoes of love and pain.