I'm a sad song,
A fettered melody,
A frigid symphony -
Trapped into the vortex of this dreadful fantasy.
Now I'm chasing reality,
Always wanting.
Always willing.
Always seeking.
To know and to grasp -
Life and its true meaning;

The Optimist believe in a blissful factuality,
They're blessed with eyes to see the realm in its beauty.

But sadly,
As I penetrated deep beyond -
The Void,
The Blankness,
The Vacuity...

All I saw was nothing -
But empty spaces,
Shattered glasses,
Sinister glances
Desolated faces,
Desecrated places.
All I saw was nothing -
All was like a ruinous tempest!

At the end of the searching,
I ask myself where am I leaning;

I bartered NIRVANA,
For a detrimental DYSTOPIA.

Then on a desert I stood and shout:

"I'd rather LIVE on a dire REALITY, than to DIE on a blissful FANTASY."

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A/N:

To chasing_uncertainty who gave me a hard time to chase the uncertainty. 😂

To happydreamrose. I hope you'd still be happy after you read this poem. 😂✌🏻️ Kidding!

To my dear friend Supriya123456789 who always says that my works are superb, even when they're not (just kidding!😂)

To my friend Priyaroyalg, who wants to learn how to play guitar.

And of course, to my friends Meisha13578 (who updated her poetry collection recently and as if saying, "don't force yourself to make a poem, words will come don't worry!" 😂😂😂✌🏻️) and
aneesamuhammed786 whose always generous to vote and critic my work. Thank you so much. 😊

Thank you all for your support! ❤️