I’ve learned that there’s a certain beauty in disconnection.
A certain ineffable charm in being aloof.
Not the kind of alone where you are constantly walking on twigs
wondering if someone somewhere
is looking at the moon right when you are stretching the palm of your hands
to catch the falling stars
but a pure bliss of knowing that you yourself
put the damn sparkle in your sky.
You know, a sort of peace which is inner
but not measured by the sound it makes knocking on your door.
Tranquility, that has a silence of its own.
So be detached and I swear
you’ll find a relation so strong
that not even the tsunami will be able to break it apart.
You’ll find yourself.