I wrote a few poems. One of them I am posting
below. Also a photo of me, with my short haircut, I am posting above.
" I Create My Dreams "
Everything
about my past is existing still,
Still
growing within me like as if I am carrying an unwanted child within my belly,
My
memories and me,
We
are that inseparable.
And
I can't sleep because of that.
And
then I can't sleep also because I have dreams in my eyes ,
Dreams
that keeps me awake,
All that which is not there in my surroundings to soothe me,
All that which is not there in my surroundings to soothe me,
I
create in my soul.
Because I felt so alone in my loneliness.
Because I felt so alone in my loneliness.
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(
decoding the poem a bit ):
Sometimes,
for me, that which I imagine, i.e. the imaginary is as real. In fact at times,
there is no difference. Sometimes, we would like to desperately forget the real
or want to escape from the real. In those times, the real is not needed,
reality does not give solace. So we imagine something else.
So, sometimes, there is no difference at all.
Imagination is an alternative reality.
So, sometimes, there is no difference at all.
Imagination is an alternative reality.
The
feeling of the imaginary is so damn real that sometimes it feels like someone
is breathing down our shoulders or someone is running a razor over our arms.
The feeling is totally real. We can create any feeling or any reality we want
at any instant and to any extent like magic. This is so powerful, I feel.