Fantasy

I want to live a fantasy. No, not the kind of those in fairy tales. Neither flying to the moon, nor transforming into Cinderella.
I just want to be happy. I am seeking that one moment of happiness. I want to cherish a moment of internal peace. I want to experience and hold onto the moment when there's no battle inside my mind. When I don't cry myself to sleep. I want that emptiness. Just for a moment but I want it. I swear that one moment will be eternity for me. I want a world where everyone smiles. Where you can do whatever you dream of. Where no one will judge you. Where kids will never lose their parents. Where a father will always be there for his kids, ALWAYS. Where a mother will never cry over the dead body of her son. Is it too much to ask for? Am I demanding more than I deserve? I ponder over it and never reach a conclusion. Is it impossible to turn my fantasy into reality?

Narcissist

There's this one person you talk to, and you feel like giving up on your whole world for him. You feel like you know him for years. That there's this spiritual connection between you and him. And you start falling for him. For every word he utters, for every thought he shares. And all of a sudden, your list of "my dream boy" is lost somewhere. It's like you put it under a pile of clothes in laundry and you won't find it again now.
And then, when you start loving him, this narcissist in you, this person inside you, who never loved you back, who fought against you, who was the reason for the battle inside you, this narcissist will demand your presence, it'll promise you to award you with the peace of mind you've been missing forever. And yes, you'll be all greedy and leave that one person. And then, as usual, there'll be more pain. More grief. More agony.

I'm a beggar.

I'm a beggar, deemed as an archaic,
ye' throw alms at me, Uncertain of reality.
that it is not what I desire,But I crave for contemplation,
And anticipate love and attention.
I'm a story untold, I'm a mystery unsolved.
Dive into my eyes, See the kid inside.
A mother who yearns for the love of humanity,
Who wishes that you don't just look, but see.
I'm a part of your everyday.
You're so colourful, and look, I'm all gray.
When you find me next time,
Just throw an affectionate smile.
For I'm a beggar, deemed as an archaic