When the entire world is fixated on reality,
where morality bleeds into unforgiving oblivion,
Is it so unacceptable, that I escape from this realm,
travel along a fictional timeline,
pen down my favourite narrative,
envisioning a utopian world through my eyes,
to wade through the shimmer of a half-forgotten dream,
longing to re-experience the echoes of kindness
that now only flicker like stars.
To restore faith in the spark of genuine connections, instead of embracing transactions in the guise of saccharine words?
Fiction, after all, doesn't just scream lies,
But carves imaginations, coaxing life into those still hopes
that are buried in the rush of life.
A mirror unveiling masked emotions,
A guide to exploring unopened doors,
A refuge for a mental escapade,
is what fiction really is....-
To plant seeds of distance
between myself and the monsters in mortal masks,
while seeking solitude over chaos,
To pour treble clefs into the void when words deserted me,
To let my eyes seize the dawn and the dusk, while my heart slipped only sunshine into the treasure trove of memories.
And when the mirror showed me the truth of borrowed fears and ripples of panic from sources anynymous,
I hopped onto the apparent darkness,
exploring the once forbidden caves,
And watched myself grow as the framed illusion transformed into courage and liberation.
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Living in a canvas painted by others,
Almost burning while trying to shine in a dimming sky,
I saw my mind get slowly paralyzed,
the despicable habit threatening to smother me each night,
when I closed my eyes.
That's when I went rogue,
I broke rules,
Relishing each moment, bereft of any regrets,
In a way, rewiring my brain into a stealth-and-repeat mode, albeit scary but exciting, there ain't no doubt.
Now, I delve into darkness every now and then,
each time lingering there a bit longer,
afraid they will steal my ounces of freedom,
that I borrow from the world outside.
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Of an unfulfilled dream tiptoe in,
Of a voice that like music, always brought a smile onto my face,
Of a scenario I had built up, albeit in my mind, that seemed too real,
And then when the noisy past slithered in
I finally woke up to my inner voice
"Let it go"-
Doubtful and yet dazzled by a sudden surge in opportunities,
I recall and relive every catastrophe in a single minute, unsure of the future still.
Asking myself if it is worth fighting, I take a chance at happiness cuz'
Reality can be both despotic and rosy as they say but then,
You, darling, are a warrior princess, unwilling to give up, come what may.-
Shifting my soul to a realm
of words, of colors, of light,
I lose my agony
and become the bright protagonist,
Ready to break myths, create novelties
and become a legend.-
Quick breaths stabilize when eyes with dried up tears notice my parents trying to conceal their pain behind their encouraging words and I decide to end a long awaited sufferance and extinguish the blinding darkness.
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Adamantly demanding from parents with infantile crying, believing to acquire even the moon,
Wishing upon a star to quickly embrace a fun filled, responsibility-free adult life, which is almost non-existent,
Blushing from the idyllic gazes of your first infatuation and hoping for forever-and-after,
Ending up heartbroken atleast once because of your favorite person,
Traveling through a roller-coaster of choices in a delirium, never celebrating the right decisions but always regretting over the bad ones,
Experiencing ecstatic as well as depressing episodes in random sinusoidal waves,
Finding the right dream, the right person and eventually rediscovering yourself until you finally breathe your last, when you realize
You starred in the greatest movie called LIFE.-
Entrenched fears and anxiety continue to smother my mind,
siphoning away all my inspiration and optimisim,
instilling what seems like an everlasting sense of pervasive silence.
Suddenly, something changes: A symphony of open laughter, the rustling sound of the multihued leafy affairs,
a display of prints of tiny paws and feet on the mud of fame, an unorchestrated flow of words.
Soon I find myself in the park surrounded by life.
A Christmas miracle indeed, when my agonizing silence began ebbing away as my chaotic present started weaving hopes and dreams again.-