May Be Im Addicted To the Fantasy World
In the world of dark nights
I'm in the urge of searching some light,
Waiting for nights giving tender embrace of bright
With a nyctophilic soul and selenophilic heart;
May be I'm addicted, But this is my life.
In the wanderlust of nature
I'm just searching for some fireflies,
Waiting for my throbbing heartbeats
Which can never get back from this fantasy life;
May be I'm addicted, But this is what I love.
In the alluring solace of this world
I'm craving for blazes of soothing soul,
Wanting to be ubiquitous
With kinks of fantasies and lively flows;
May be I'm addicted but this is my life.
In the vital pampering of world
I'm crushing out with flairs of craze,
Wanting to get reached into a parallel world which thaws
With this fantasy world of mine, I just live in every flow;
May be I'm addicted, But this is what I love.
Copyright © Shilpa Marakkath | Year Posted 2021
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