Missing Myself

I miss being myself

Sitting in silence and sipping the tea,

Hovered with thoughts, I think about my wants.

No, I don't have desires,

Neither do I need love.

The expectations are less,

And so is the mess.

All comes down to zero

After going in circles.

The path becomes linear

With lesser fear.

I miss being myself,

Wrapped up in peace.

The darkness slowly leaves

Through the lighthearted heaves.

I remember the lord

And dance in joy,

Amongst the herd,

I miss my coy.

I miss the bliss

When I sing,

Neither do I want a companion

Nor a king.

The universe is within me,

Why should I look for another?

After all, we all are one,

Living under the brighter sun.