My World

I play my own game
I make my own rules
There is no one to contradict
Because, there is no one to play

I meet people
They dress like me, they speak like me
But, they are not me
And I m not them

The virgin eyes can identify only monochromatic light
The undeveloped brain can only understand things it wants to
The world outside is disturbing and noisy
The world within is spacious and serene

Swami, agastya and hari make me laugh
They are there when I want them to be
My support system
My friends

I have the whole kingdom to me
I m the king, I m the queen, I m the subject
I don't know for sure, whether anarchy exists or not
It surely does, I guess, but who is going to confirm?

I m jealous of people who know the worth of things they have got
And who seems to be silently mocking me for things I have not
I want to shout, "You have no right to be"
But, their smiles frighten me