MY world...
Almost ignoring real living
i live unconscious of stimulation
to a different world belongs my dwelling
this is not my world
not my place
though it has a pretty face
but it is not dear to me as my own
which is known to some
far beyond the oceans
under the same old blue sky
where my desires are
not afraid to fly
where my young dreams breath
where the darkness of the night
transforms my warmth into intensity
and the light of morning sun
fuels my passion
where me and my loneliness resides
which gives me strength to carry on
when that deep pain inside
takes hold of me
when my emotions controls me
when even a little pin prick hurts
MY WORLD ..it's in my dreams
in my reality
in the little birds chirping
in the squirrels playing
It is all around me
it is inside of me
yet it is far away
but why people ..they cannot see
they cannot feel
the way i do
why they say it is an illusion
of my imagination and reality
it is a fusion
they question its existence
they question my existence
for it belongs to me
its a part of me ...
they say am different
they ask questions
but my answers ..
they never satisfy...
now and forever I've
sealed my lips
for now i have no explanations
for their questions
...VIDDHI ARORA
