Ok, so I was rummaging through my old stuff and found an old diary and this poem that I had forgotten I had written...:P
Life is a Fantasy,
So full of reality.
You'll never know when
You are pinched awake.
You'll land on soft moss,
Everything's fine.
Then you'll realise
You are actually dying.
You'll stand after an accident,
To look all around,
Checking if all of you is safe and sound.
Just to realise you never got up from that ground.
You'll see the shimmering stars,
All pouring down their light.
And then the clouds will suddenly burst,
Come and deluge with all their might.
You'll go into the garden,
And see the beauty you surround.
Only to have chasing after you,
A swarm of honey bee hounds.
Nothing will be perfect,
Nothing will go right.
Nothing will happen my way,
That is my daily plight.
a few modifications have been made here and there..:)
-Love
Ridhi
Life is a Fantasy,
So full of reality.
You'll never know when
You are pinched awake.
You'll land on soft moss,
Everything's fine.
Then you'll realise
You are actually dying.
You'll stand after an accident,
To look all around,
Checking if all of you is safe and sound.
Just to realise you never got up from that ground.
You'll see the shimmering stars,
All pouring down their light.
And then the clouds will suddenly burst,
Come and deluge with all their might.
You'll go into the garden,
And see the beauty you surround.
Only to have chasing after you,
A swarm of honey bee hounds.
Nothing will be perfect,
Nothing will go right.
Nothing will happen my way,
That is my daily plight.
a few modifications have been made here and there..:)
-Love
Ridhi
