My world awaits me...

It's my chemistry class, the teacher is teaching solid state.
I try very hard but not a single concept gets in my head, is it my mistake? YES
I see people raising their hands to answer even before the question is being put forth.
And here I swear at my useless brain.  
I see smiling faces, I see hardworking faces having a sense of pride because they did it right.


I owe you something my dear black pair of glasses
In all this cycle of mundane victory, you hid my tears and vague fear.
Nobody noticed me, neither the teacher nor my peers
There's a world out there, big world where I fly, where I'm a nomad, a wanderer
a vagabond, that's who I'm. 
That world romanticizes my soul, it calls me.
It has got a bike for me to ride without any rules,
where there's no morning, night or noon.
It's bogus if I say I fly from dawn till dusk as I don't even stop at crusts,
because I don't have a nest there 
That world consumes me and I consume it.
It feels as if some universal power has designed that world only for me and it took centuries and eons.


Do you wanna peep inside my world?
let me grab your hand, come!
look I own my wish here.
I dance, I sing and I speak tirelessly here.
I don't get tired even if I climb mountains the whole day long, the more hustle I do the more I want.
No one falls here even if they do there's always a hand to hold here.
Welcome to my world 
my place my destiny my love my tranquility my freedom my liberty.
You can always come to my world or else you will forget your worth.
It's a hell where they tell you not to reach the mountaintops, it's not your right.


Did something happen?

Why do I find myself surrounded by four walls, oh the bell rang, never mind
I miss you my world
Cut me into pieces, can someone hear my thirst?
my veins, my blood, my skin, my heart 
over and over scream and their tenacity makes me blur
I want to go back to my world.
I don't want to live anymore, I have had enough.
Before days turn into years let me die.
I'm on my way my world.

-Riya Rathore

3 comments:

  1. Here's a subjective opinion on how it feels to be at a place where you feel lost despite being aware of your own road. It's a matter of choice and wrong decisions.

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