In the huge rush of life, I live in the present where I feel each layer of breeze with the little smoky cigars people blow around my nasal. My eyes get frozen by the reality of this uneasy world. Some are bruised, bleeding from the hearts. But, there's an another arena where I reside. Without forgetting the fucking phases of reality, I am a tenant of my own thoughts. I have a world which is virtual. A place, where my things go according to my ways. Where, my choices don't get divide between two.
Where, my love revolves around my own soul. Where, my imagination can create my dreams on my terms and conditions. An unrestricted virtual tour, I board every night. People do call me a psychopath because their life has been stuck in the traffic of adjustment with humans, where virtualization is not their cup of tea. Because it's also an art, which an artist holds. It's far more beautiful than reality because if something sounds funniest fake in the virtual world, it has a pure case of imagination
The world where everything is more real then the world outside the world that has my story and my own charm, where I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder how beautiful I would have been as a fairy. That's my world of glory and adversity. The not so fake but far more real world. Where the dreams lived still are a part of my skin and bones.
I was 15 when I was told that it's to gleamy and to much of lights to ever live in this world the world where humans live the unhealthy life, my world is far different I walk out of my balcony look at the city and believe me Delhi looks better when I add my sugar and spices. There is this two by two rule, either that one world where everything is real but still so virtual while that one place that's made from you, your reality and your neurons working every single second to make you fall in love with your own stories,We live this life and frankly each one of us are living this each day.
Collaboration with Bruh @twinning_with_feeling