As crazy as it may sound,
An old maid passed the streets,
At three in the morning,
Carrying a flask of tea,
& hot golden samosas,
For the tired, lonely, and invisible souls.
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Simple Treasures
The open terrace was his room
Lying on the charpoy bed
With hands behind his head
He sang songs looking up at the night sky
Watching the twinkling dance of the stars.
While she complained
Lying on her memory foam mattress
About back pain!
I’m a 7-year old.
I picked a book from the library and excitedly ran all the way home.
I locked myself in the tiny closet and sat down on the floor.
Eagerly, I opened the book and the words were waiting for me.
Looking up at me curiously.
Two little strangers would embark on a new journey.
Slowly and patiently from one word to another I rolled.
The words started revealing a story like I hadn’t read before.
This time it took me into a forest dense and green.
I escaped from the reality and lost myself in this picture serene.
I was a Merman and a white-winged divine horse accompanied me.
A heaviness in the air,
An adventure was on its way.
A mystery to reveal.
I got absorbed in it so fast that I had forgotten to eat.
My mind raced..
Word by word, page by page.
I travelled in my mystical world
while being seated in my tiny unkempt home.
And just like this, everyday
I traverse into my world of fantasy
Away from the pain, fear, anger, brutality and poverty.
I go lands away just by coursing through the page
and I escape my reality.