Fantasy

The harsh truth, the acrimonious realities,
Which I strongly wanted to be untrue
Have come face to face
Am seeing things brazen
Raw, naked as they were!

That what was untrue
Was a reason for the murkiness?
But the truth which I suppress each day
The truth that hurts,
Makes me know what it means to see your softness cry
That truth wants to nullify itself each day!

Each day I wake up,
I wake up with the unfulfilled, unreachable dream
The untamed heart still wallows in search of the lie
The lie hoping it was true!
The fable wants to turn itself,
The fantasy wants to make me to be a princess in that imagined castle
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No, no…this is untrue
This is a falsity!
The sun is showing bright
That what was seen was in the darkness of sky
And the desired flawlessness of the dream,
Was nothing than imagery!
The heart may be blind, but the mind is sound.
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But isn’t the reflection of our desires our dreams?
Isn’t that an attempt by the laced to free itself?
Isn’t that what both of them want, but still have to contradict
To let the one for whom both exits be sound!

To fasten the softer part, by the harder one
Wasn’t it to stop the brainsick from worsening...
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The sun is much brighter now.
I can see through that what was don’t know what?
And that what comes now...
Is life!

Life has its meanings,
The dream was beautiful & cherished,
It was for the Cinderella in this soul.
But fairies, princess don’t exist...that’s what the sound makes me believe!
Yup,
I was again in the fantasy, but it could never be true
Coz, it has people like you!

The desperate wings

Being a bird, a bird that was always free
I started flying;
I knew I would cross the ocean not near.
The ambitions, the wings were longer
The expanse, the dreams seemed higher
As the migration period was near
I wanted to be the bird to cross the ocean not reached by anyone dear
As I prepared myself against those shackles;
Suddenly my spine seemed insincere.

As I expanded in the horizon;
As I thought the dream was near
The ocean visual was clear
I opened my wings
I pushed up those limbs,
Suddenly I fell down
Fell hard on the ground
There was something wet, something that oozed out my wings
The color was red
The arrow was dull,
As if meant not for just snatching away the dream
But keeping me alive
Alive of living the unfulfilled dream
The unfulfilled desire of an ocean, an ocean that neither seemed far nor near
But I was caged, with no wings to bear!