Dreamland

She loved her dreams. 
Where she was herself ~
With no pretenses. No praises.
No biases. No prejudice. 

She longed for dark confines,
and waited for long nights. 
Walked cheerfully into solitudes
and her fictitious reality, to hide.

She knew she strayed 

in her fairy-tales. 

But she chose to stay

and keep it that way.

She kept her head high,
Her gaze straight and wide-eyed 

It was her fantasy world

with no gavels, juries, or lies.

The line seemed blurred 

Between myth and true times. 

But she knew it distinct

as the real world made her cry. 

She rubbed her teary eyes

And shut them close and tight

Her dreamland was now her life

And there was no coming back!