Have you ever waited for loneliness? br The one which is as soft as a feather br Floating in the euphoric air br The one which is so high that br It can touch fiery glowing sun br Yet as lustful and ardent br Like forbidden love br As fragile as my mom’s china, br Which is kept with utmost care br As pliable as wet clay, waiting br To be moulded by that potter br As boundless as green blue sea, br Which takes its color from your eyes br I’m waiting for that very own sensation br Which enthralls like first love, br And is supernal like a spiritual journey.