MY world...

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