World that isn't real

By Amisha Tiwari

As real as it feels, the scorching summer sun under snow breeze. I know nobody’s perfect but it’s easier to point at someone than to look at the palms within. I’ve always wondered if any of it was ever real, and now I realize, I guess not. Not every close compatibility reflects the love that’s intact.

I may not know how to play with words. And maybe, the reason to not manipulate is a foreign concept as one. I feel being alone is the best. At least you are not the one for ache’s in someone chest. I wish being alone was not some labelled concept, nor I wish it to be some feared situation. It should be as if me and him being compatible in every way.

I wish time machines were real thing. I’d just take away everything in my being to give him what he deserved to be.

It’s easier to love than to keep they say. Nobody will tell you it’s lost if you plan on ways to preserve it. Shhhh…. They’ll not let you know the secret. Cry alone was preferable, yet inner peace was never made able.

The dark things no longer surprise me, they stay with me longer than my heart wants it to be.

If only this was the unreal world, I’d know how to manipulate things, how to say what others had to say and not what I thought was right. Because, obviously they want to heard but not spoken to.

Sshhhhh… they’ll hear you cry. And then the ones you thought were yours will fly to turn you into their pry. They’ll not know the pain you had within, they’ll see what you didn’t listen.

I feel so short of words to see the capability of one’s love, adhere just to have fun. Not everyone will see the beauty in you. They’ll see the scratch and begin argue. I know you fell silent, when they shout. Feel blank in your head inside out. And hey, that’s okay, I know you can’t hold your tout.

Words don’t always or rather in our case, come out right. But you make me write and I’ll show you how words manipulate the world outside. Though the guilt you carry because you always want to mend things. It’s funny or rather irony.

Fairy tales, and love always run back of your mind. They picture the world that isn’t real. It’s no fault of yours nor theirs. They’ll show love to you as much as their behaviors could. I’m glad to know the real world. The one with hate and forever ducks.

So, we’ll forgive and move on, because we’ve seen to hold on. It scars the deepest of you, I know. But you were meant to be together to stay low. Affection wasn’t enough to go through, I know. But sorry if my words fall short in front of you.

A girl deprived of love and affection will always see. The pain in others eyes, when they smile deep.

By Amisha Tiwari