Escaping Reality

By Hirra Sultan

Escaping

She hovered around books

Talking to mirrors and times to self

Pretending being a small child

Probably a compensation for the lost.

 

Busy in a reverie

Neither awake nor asleep

Assuming, thinking, imagining things

Probably escaping reality.

 

Working like a maniac

As if everything an emergency

Not a moment to even breathe

Probably blocking away thoughts.

 

Constantly trying to escape self

Something was intimidating her

Her energy or silence

Probably snatching her peace away.

 

Unable to comprehend reality

She sought bliss in avoidance

Ignoring and pretending the reality

Is escapism really a beauty?

 

(The poet is Placement Coordinator CSE-B 4th Year Sharda University)

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