Dreamy Reader

It’s trickery;
It’s fake,
All the words.
Nothing seems real to the eyes,
Nothing makes sense.

People say-
Read louder,
Read more.
But how shall i…
When they run about and leave me in a jumbled mess?
These words they appear in a blur,
And nothing’s clear;
When i stumble to read,
They say, why fear?

It’s not insecurities
Just, the need of solitude
And the lack of it.
The need to let go of time
And abandon productive life,
To let my thoughts play-
Freely.
To relive and rediscover,
Myself and everything else;
To nourish this dead mind,
And to honour its existence,
Insignificant,though, it may be.

Free!
What a misused word it is.
There’s no freedom,
Not ever for the civilised;
But Souls still wish for it.
To spread those rusted wings
Under the mysterious night sky.
And may be so,
So that the troubled reader
Such as…