My soul with this feeling-
Forgets the world around it,
It gets out of the fool’s paradise
And dives deep down
Away from the people that surround it.
Into an ocean of unknown people –
I dive, to discover who they are
And to unravel their secrets,
They want me to know ’em
I let them talk and giggle and cry
And I listen and wash away all their regrets.
Sometimes I grow numb and petrified
And I roar with laughter
And cry often, if I get too smitten.
Oft I feel like it is my story
Recurrently, I can relate-
to the pain and sorrow.
And with them, I weep and prate.
These people may not be real
But they are more than that to me,
For they open up their hearts
And that is what fills me with glee.
These people may just be mere words
On the bundle of parchments in my hand,
But these mere bundles of yellow crinkly pages
are the only reason of my happy existence on this land.