42 minutes ago
A stark life sought in haze,
A delusional mirror in which I gaze,
Today, that I have stomped astray,
Back home, I appear to have abandoned the way.
My remembrance when I sat to sort,
Facades and fiction is all I got,
Alongside nowhere do my feet roam,
Frigid hearts sing lullabies of home.
Am I madman proclaimed now?
Chanting hymns of unsacred ground,
Real is what real I believe to be,
Regardless of what your unclad eye will see.
For if you name my world a fable in my head,
Hest me to embrace the burns of reality ahead,
I'll repeat, real is what real I believe to be,
You're merely cursed that you cannot see. at Uttarakhand