THOUGHTS OF A PRINCESS
At peace with myself;
Living this life like everyday is the last.
Sleeping on music, all alone;
Tracks renewing with each listening.
All alone with no one bugging
On what to do ... On what not to do.
All alone with no one bugging
On where you are, why you are there...
Wishing for freedom that eludes culture.
Wishing for liberty that norms forbid.
Wishing for love that exists only in dreams.
Dreaming of a life ... dreams making me utopian.
Why does perfection lies in imagination?
I said a perfect place of abode ... they said Utopia;
I said Utopia ... they said that's imagination.
Living, loving, smiling ... yet with something amiss.
Walking away with tears and smiles, he said to me
'... that am smiling implies no happiness'
Smiling, he said, is a facial expression
Either sincerity or deceit implied.
Happiness, he said, is a state of mind confined behind,
A state that being loved cannot define,
Yet traversing us on the path we desire.
A path we traverse towards fulfilment.
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