Monotone Of My Solitude

It is late night here in Kolkata and after a long wait winter has finally arrived. I lay awake in my bed with a train of thought as company. 

Late night revelations make my mind drift away to unknown places. Each time I visit, I have to work harder to return to the present world. 

A strange force, hidden form my eyes and even from my perceptions is slowly pulling me away. Only when I indulge in the monotone of my solitude, do I feel this force in action.