In a world of mysteries,
Where eyes are glistening with storms,
In the mist of foggy lies,
Falling asleep is one of the best parts!
Where I look same as in the mirror,
Without any brightened lights and filter,
Past those factitious look of other,
Sieving my originality out of black and glitter!
In my cosy blankets, snug and safe,
Each vivid hue enter in,
With no demarcation of fat and waif,
No mad race for loss and win,
I find myself in the deep sea!
Where there is peace,
Where I can fly high and be free,
Where no stress is on lease!
Where ties of gravity fades to nothing,
Where I become sane again!