Mind sways like in air when alone
Arising thoughts as many as a gallon
The drift between them so agile
That one easily loses track of the pile

Only in those times you'd think out your decissions
With the finest precessions
The ideas flow without a dike
With all probability, the best one is ready to strike

In this small kingdom, you are the king,
Even with a throttling voice, aloud you will sing
You are the owner of all your deeds
Nobody to be blamed to any of your misdeeds

Somethings demand that they be shared
Sometimes you expect to be cared
The thought of no one being there
Drearful to imagine , difficult to bear

In such situations, very likely the tears will roll out
The best way handling them is in solitude , no doubt
That way it puts you out of embarrassment
Thus it is "more a bliss than blues" - ain't it an apt statement???