Hoodwinker

When I am alone , I am not real

Or perhaps , it's in the crowd 

Where I have a facade on my face 

A pretense of being a part of the race

Maybe now it's not possible to turn

To start living again , away from fantasy 

When every thought is blinded by transient ecstasy ,

To learn and grow , to breathe and run.

Like the autumn tree , all my leaves

lie fallen on the ground 

The difference being , for her it's a phase 

But I'm lost in the maze

Is it that hard to be true ?

At least to my own self 

Amidst all escape and blue

I find myself shrinking to an elf.

The inability of execution of dreams

Of ideas and plans never seeing the light of day.

All of this lies messed up in hay ,

As I forage back to my world with dismay.

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

wow!!!
beautiful write!
amazing poem!!!
i loved it!!!
:)

[Manu]

Thanks a lot !! I am glad u liked it !

[Pushkar Prabhat]

you are welcome............:) :)