There are days when I prefer to sit alone, Talking to myself, smiling , all by myself, alone. And as I am getting really addicted to this, I fear that people have started to notice it. ‘ A fool’s Smile’ is what they call it, And I must admit, I really like the sound of it. Ensnared in the illusion of normality, I got a pretty precarious stand on society. drifting away from the unanimity, Following my heart, that’s my priority. I’m watching the sun going down, As I’m getting consumed by my thoughts. I disguise myself with this smile of mine, And engage in fake tranquillity Acting estranged to those people Who share the same air of hostility Past experiences flash before my eyes. Blurred, all mixed up, like a single tale woven over time. Dreams I dreamt, Bonds I cherished, How marvellously they thrived! How unfortunately they perished! Caught in this Maelstrom, I think What is Fate? What is Destiny? Does Paradise and dystopia really exist? Does This existence have a purpose? We...