Away from the usual rushing crowd and customary So as to attain solace and delve something new I seek solitary Where I can freely imbue my thoughts, deep feelings and realization The creeping urge of it within has refined my life's interpretation It has stowed and extended me to a different visionary world Where you read and perceive different stories without hurled Insensitive to rest of the crowd it confronts in shades various Like this, I've read many of the secret stories ; Anonymous! Peeping through the lane, my eyes wander to embrace and pertain Entrancing a picturesque behind the four walls and curtain There are so many four secretive walls all around me Conspire a perception, the same moment could be of grief or glee Those split seconds bless birth to someone and takes away someone's life My sight clutches their encountering vibes vary from refrain to strife Some of them screams aloud to get my attention and...