The World

This is the world I'm living in,

Where everyone is cold as ice,

With no pain for others in heart,

Hearts are like oceans of sins,

And people are just drowning in.

This is the world I'm living in.

Where the poor live worse than pets,

Where everyone is bagging wealth,

And have nothing to give for no interest.

This is the world I'm living in.

You know the one, close to your heart?

You think him to be but he is not,

With whom you talk the whole day,

Is just with you for his own sake.

This is the world I'm living in.

Where snatching,grabbing is everything,

And flirting is a common thing,

The faces you wear, like elephant's teeth,

What you show is different from what you feel.

This is the world I'm living in.

I feel like a dainty fish in the sea,

Ready to be eaten by another being,

Or to be crushed by hostile water waves,

Be drowned forever as never had to remain.

This is the world I'm living in,

God am I eligible to live in it?

I feel the air running dry,
My heart weeps but I don't cry,
With every breath I take, I wish I die,
To my self why do I always tell lies?
Maybe it's the world of lies that I like,
Or it's the pang of my soul that I hide,
I created walls around my mind,
Not to let any reality dwell inside,
But the walls are too weak to survive,
All the realities break into my mind,
Crushing my heart, thrashing my mind.

She was strolling past the snow carrying pines when the wind of reminiscence started blowing in her mind. The wind started retrieving the memories she had always kept safe in her conscious which had started lingering in her sub-conscious too, by then. Each so vivid and clear that she could almost live them again whenever she recalled'em. They had the same impact on her as they had had, years ago. She couldn't help drowning in the ocean of those memories, losing herself and feeling helpless while her vision got blurred for a moment and she danced joyously in the other. As she rambled past the streets she could see eyes peering at her, faces bearing smiles. She suddenly started feeling diffident. A wave of quiver shook her awake and she returned to their world. She could see those smiles mutating and appearing as sneers to her. She used to ask people about the people who none knew existed, about incidents that had never happened. "She is a maniac", this is what everyone said about her. She used to keep herself engrossed in the world of her own, in her world of hallucinations, with people only she knew, making and living in the stories of her own, ever since she lost her family in a car accident. 

This is going to be my first post so I'll start it with my introduction.

I'm a girl from Islamabad, Pakistan, nineteen years old. I'm an engineering student at COMSATS. I live here with my family of four members, including me.

I'm fond of reading books and novels. I'm always playing with words in my head and I love to write but that doesn't make me a writer.

I'm a pretty sentimental kind of person but verbally inarticulate so I chose to express myself through writing, some eight years ago. I like to write out my feelings in a twisted and unrecognizable form.

Besides this I love to cook, bake, paint, sing, play, drive, travel and do adventurous things.
I'm totally a family-oriented kind of person, I love my family more than anything else in the world. I don't really trust people too easily or get attached to them but when I do, I do it like none else would do!
I certainly can't survive without reading. studying and learning no matter how hectic or hard it is.
So this is a very little part of my story, my life, me.