Sitting
on a bean bag
placed
on my balcony
With
the sound of my favorite music
playing
in the background
And
my annoying little brother
trying
to correct every single word I write.
But
still I write.
Because
from where I’m looking
the
building right in front of me
is as
tall as my hand
And
the person
walking
on the road
is
not even one finger tall
So I
sit
and
measure everything
from
where I’m seated
The
trees, the cars
And I
try to look at tiny little smiles
But people are just too damn far
And I
think of other places
where
I can see the world
through
such different eyes
Wondering
why I
don’t go there
more
often.
Laziness? Lethargy? Extremely comfortable beanbag? Honestly, there are umpteen reasons for that! You should start a survey.
ReplyDeleteBecause once you go there, you too become the size of a tiny finger to someone else'e sight?
ReplyDeletedeep!
Deletehaha. the view is good from far and comfier. and what she ^ said :P
ReplyDeleteyep
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