Far From Real

Poetry, Writer life

She lives in a land far, far away,
In a Queendom of her own,
The land visited by nobody,
Built by her imagination.

 
It’s always icy cold there,
The reflection of her chilly heart.
But a blue rose rises from the snow,
A beautiful sign of hope.

 
Customs, rites and rituals,
All burnt in fiery fire,
Only thing she follows,
Is her broken, yet fierce heart.

 
She clings to her loyal puppy,
Only thing she adore about reality.
After all, her childhood dream
Was to become a dog fairy.

She sometimes wanders down,
To the vile streets of reality,
And in the absurdist of situations,
She’s found throwing love around.

 
The graffiti on the walls,
Lovers sharing a kiss,
All subject to deathly conspiracy,
Conspiracy called reality.

 
So, she hides cooped up
In her tower of imagination,
Wearing her favorite long tee,
Ruling her Queendom.
 

Don’t ask about her home town,
Or her favorite notable person,
Cause she’s been far gone,
Into the realm of imagination.

 
Outside her window,
Pink clouds float,
And the news headline…
She never reads them!

 
Sometimes, she visits the real world,
Picks old letters and crumbled papers,
That’s when she breaks down,
And reduces to nothing but ashes.

 
Then she rises like a Phoenix.
She’s not a Cinderella,
But Merida from Brave,
Strong-willed and fierce.

She’s friends with the ghosts,
Immune to gunshots,
She’s fearless,.
She’s the queen!

For NaPoWriMo Day 26, poem based on Almanac Questionnaire.

Almanac Questionnaire & my answers!
Weather: Winter
Flora: Blue rose
Architecture: Ancient
Customs: None
Mammals/reptiles/fish: Dog
Childhood dream: To be a fairy
Found on the Street: Evil
Export: Love
Graffiti: Walls
Lover: Kiss
Conspiracy: Deathly
Dress: Long tee
Hometown memory: Nah
Notable person: Nah
Outside your window, you find: Clouds
Today’s news headline: idk
Scrap from a letter: Crumbled
Animal from a myth: Phoenix
Story read to children at night:Brave
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find:Ghost
You walk to the border and hear: Gunshots
What you fear: Nothing
Picture on your city’s postcard: Not me, haha!

Featured image by: peter_pyw from Pixabay

83 thoughts on “Far From Real

  1. Hey I really, really love this poem. In my mind I see the fearless Queen in her tower ruling her imaginary Queendom as she seizes on the rising blue rose. I am going to have to write today and soon! You have inspired me, o fierce loving Queen!

    1. Thank you so much Xavier! 🙈🙈🙈🙈💕💕💕😘😘😘😘😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 Sending you heaps of love! ❣️❤️

  2. Shreya it was a treat reading it.
    I mean I cannot take out titbits of a few lines. Because I loved the whole poem. It’s beautifully crafted…
    Much love to you dear one😍😍

    1. Thanks a million Rashmi! I don’t know how do I express my happiness here. Cause this made me so so so much happy. Love you so so so much. 🙈🙈🙈❣️🤗🤗🤗🤗💋💋❤️❤️❤️❣️❣️

    1. Thank you so much Anushka. Every comment you leave is like an extra push fueling my creativity. So it’s all thanks to you. 🤗🤗🤗😘😘❣️❣️❣️
      Much love. 💖💕💕💕❤️❣️

  3. Reminds me of the song “Nowhere Man” (here a female version) and the poem “The Lady of Shallot.” Though your work is your own, and it’s good.

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