I see them, my doorway,
by Parivallal Swamy
A portal to switch my worlds,
Glasses, Structures & Humanoids around,
I always felt a sense of relief....
Punctuality is not a curse, I thought,
When I'd wasted many a times,
With this portal of mine, & my soul,
Anew every time to my satisfaction....
I saw people of different masks,
I saw them in different costumes, but,
I saw them all only through my eyes,
One I had when I was born first....
Amusements amass, often surprised,
Can the world be like an airport?
Clean & Orderly, We waiting for something,
That takes you high, but wishing not to bring down....
Always travelled to the other side,
With my starship, my head phones slid,
Believed that I'm not the only one,
Who travels while being lost, & IT happens....
Lose yourself, once in a while,
Forget the place you are in, find a portal,
This isn't something I would preach,
For which I haven't completed my practice yet....
I now not care of my worst fear, loneliness,
All that I wish is my flight gets delayed,
So I could stay as long as I want,
And let freeze time while turning younger....
Let the world never become an airport,
And our channels to utopia isn't in them,
Instead of looking for portals in here, let,
Never forget the one we already have, Love! ! ! !