When alone, not touched by thoughts

Things looks new, wherever I look at

As if seeing for the first time

Not knowing why, they are placed there

So I trace outline of the doors

Stare at frosted window glass

Table chairs feel, lines that flow

Wall seem to add more of expanse

Gadgets strewn, sparkle and shine

Amidst all other fare

There’s no fear, whats happening to me

Just silence that, defines nothing

Nor try to explain, even in brief

Where am I, what I am seeing

Well this kind of trance, never lasts for long

Real world, has that special knack

To pull one back

In its cluttered realm

One might say,

I am fooling with words

But try a simple mind reset

Back to the toddler times