Everytime I was lost
I found I was headed to the same old place
between the narrow bylanes of the city
away from the hustle and bustle
quietness and serenity, endowed
in equal proportions
a long and tiring descent to the bottom of the staircase,
covered with walls and ledge on the inside of the walls,
where I frequently slept
nobody came there
some used to accompany me, sometimes
but not anymore
it is as deserted, as I am
but it is worth much more
if I want to have a undisturbed, long stare into the abyss
this is where I went
always,
and I returned a happy man,
for the solace worked well
with introspection and self-healing
that one needs,
when hurt deeply
It is a dark place
almost like the one in my heart
but that is where I can find my happiness,
always have,
always will
in that stepwell..
