Just Sitting on a lonely lane,
If I could paint a dream world,
Then why I am still brushing on it,
realizing that it’s never real.
Pricking on the thorn,
If I could heal faster,
Then why heart heals slow,
over the emotion of filtered words.
Receiving the fame,
If I could buy the expensive,
Then why I am still faking the smile,
just not to auction my happiness.
Preserving the pickle,
If I could complete my meal,
Then why is that still the requisite love,
alone unattainable when it’s stale.
Crushing a waste paper,
If I could discard the unwanted,
Then why I am still burying,
the past, leaving no space for the present.
Hearing the applause for my success,
If I could move forward in the path,
Then why I am still stumbling,
over the criticism for my failure.
Wearing a makeup on face,
If I could conceal the soggy eyes,
Then why I am unable to patch up,
my not-so-perfect life with compliments.
Painting the dream world,
By sitting in the lonely lane,
What if I could swap the life,
Just by sneaking into the painting.
If I could change everything
Then maybe I should not worry after all.
~Durga Devi G