There is this fragment of the world that I live in.
Trying to comply with its terms and conditions.
Sometimes it’s easy
Sometimes it’s difficult
Sometimes I want to disappear.
It’s suffocating to don several masks just to hide my unconventional self.
There’s no choice because this so-called real world –
An unpredictable one.
A fact often ignored with closed eyes
as it calls for accountability if dealt otherwise.
Deep down I know
There is this world that exists.
A world, devoid of all the negativities.
A world that demands less and listens more.
A world that I traverse in solitude.
Here I am not obliged to fit into their terms and conditions.
It’s here I meet my real self.
(A self that believes in nurturing and caring.)
It’s here I explore my true self.
My companions are the energies guided by the universe.
My Passion for Poem 