They hit hard when you are real

and play along when unreal

what do i do? where do I find solace? 

I live not me but the society

And my perpetual longingness to belong 

to know and to be real  -dies slowly

This world is beautiful indeed unlike the people 

who inhabit - I thought so far

This world is beautiful like I think now

as the people vanished and a person appears

I learnt to be real again 

unbothered, un touched, pure

I feel I belong , i feel i live 

and I feel the world is beautiful like the people

like the first drop of dew in the cold winter morning 

and the first blossom of rose

like the morning sky over a distant mountain peak

like the setting sun down the horizon beneath the sea  

You came, I hope you will stay 

I hope I will be real for now, for ever

They hit hard indeed, yet I can trust 

They play along indeed yet i can be real

you gave me courage, you gave me love

and I hope it never ends..

Thank you!!