It feels so real when I slip into my dreams
And see myself swim against the sparkling silver stream
With a tap in the air when I glide through the clouds
It seems so real when the screams are no more loud

As I count all the mistakes that I've ranged
Now reflects the fact of how much I did change
When I switched into the pensive escapade
It let me inhume my tears in cascade

These aren't just lyrics of my waking reveries
It is now the rythm of the ongoing rampant
It costed me my job, stagnated my career
Dissolved my hangouts and isolated my amour
It brought up jinxed updates of my kith and kins
And pinched down my laughs and joy

Despite the shambles I chose to be pragmatic
The first year was like flying balloons to explore
Splashed colors to my unfinished oeuvres
Turned myself into an interposed chef
Read to the end after the bookmarked pages
Self taught to be more creative and streamlined
Assessed all my decisions each night till date
To work on its plus and minus every morning

The lockdown took me to the start to write afresh my story
And let me erase profuse scribbles that were twisted along way
All my strewed screams revamped into instrumental lo-fi
Until the subsequent mid calender
When my embittered emotions took over again

Life is empirical, unless one decides to be celebate
The scattered chaos is nothing but the result of our ignorance
But what now with our inverted selves and surrounding?

As we say time will heal the broken, but
We too have to be the tallest of our tales
Lightest of our derelictions
And densest of our self realization

© pritha_and_words

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