Refuge from Reality

Where I reside right now, Is not where I want to be. Scared and alone, In a world not as care-free.

Responsibilities and worries, Exist as live entities. Troubling my mind constantly, Sometimes getting me on my knees.

And I yearn with my heart, A place where I can sleep. The softness and warmth of the security, A long rest without a peep.

So I go running back, Blind, without clarity. To my family, a warmth I’ll forever seek, The one’s who I call, my refuge from reality.

When reality hits too hard at times, And everything in my head goes wrong, Whatever I do feels like crimes And life is just slow and long.

Sometimes I feel like crying, Sometimes I just get mad At people who were just consoling, And make them sad as well.

Then I figured out, That there was this one guy, Who I have always known about Who wouldn’t let me cry.

At times, he’s my refuge, At times my soul, At times my only fuse, And in my life he plays a huge role.

It was all right, just as I’d planned. The world walked, according to my stride. It was a life upon which I held command. Without pain, to my word, it did abide.

But reality does not knock, It tears straight through. A life no strength could mock, Vanished into the blue.

Nothing stood, nothing remained “Oh what ruins” screamed my hopeful gaze No voice, nothing responded, All that answered me was empty space.

But as the final strand of hope, Vanished into the unknown There was a power that pulled it back as a rope Before it was completely blown.

In that light, reality did not dare, The burden of the world, no more mine to bear. A quiet refuge, untouched by despair, Even ruin could not follow me there.

Reality is not something easy It might make you go crazy If I had to take a break from mine I’ll run to the place which’ll make me shine.

Anytime to escape this toxic danger, I neither have to meet my friends nor a stranger. I just have to rush towards that room Where my dance skills will unleash and bloom.

Its a place where I forget everything I dance to my fullest and sometimes also sing. This is my refuge, my way out, I’ll dance forever with no doubt.

When the whole world gets way too loud, And I just hate being in the crowd, I open my drawer and grab a page, To let go of all my stress and rage. With a HB pencil in my hand, I create my own quiet land. No marks, no tests, no one to judge, Just black lines and a charcoal smudge. This notebook is my silent space, My favorite little hiding place. Here I don't have to explain a thing, I just draw until my thoughts take wing.

When academic stress get way too tense, And nothing makes any sense, I sneak up the stairs to the open roof, Away from every lecture and proof. The wind up here is cool and sweet, Far away from the noisy street. I look up at the moon and stars, And forget about my hidden scars. Sitting alone on the chilly floor, I don't have to pretend anymore. The night sky wraps me in its breeze, And puts my crazy mind at ease.

Whenever life feels way too heavy, And my head turns totally messy, I don't want to talk to anyone around, I just need to block out every sound. I plug my earphones in my ears, And instantly drop all my fears. My favorite song starts to play, Washing all bad vibes away. In this world of beats and bass, I finally find my personal space. No fake smiles, no extra noise, Just me, the music, and a singer's voice.

Whenever people misunderstand me, And reality feels like a penalty, I don't scream or fight out loud, I just walk away from the crowd. I pull out my old rough diary page, Where I spill my truth at every stage. I write down words I can never say, Just to make it through another day. My ink writes what my heart really feels, It's the only thing that actually heals. This small book hidden under my bed, Clears out all the chaos inside my head.