Other World

Sometimes I go through my day
Functioning on autopilot.
I speak when I’m spoken to
I respond with a nod or a smile
Just enough to not seem absent.
I’m sorry if I zoned out
Sometimes it’s impossible
To get out of my world.
Everything is perfect there
Unlike the real one, here.
Books float and people are few.
There’s music for everything I feel.
In this world, I write novels
In this world, I don’t miss him
Because he’s by my side
Under the moonlight.
And he plays a classical piece
As I stand on the marble floor
Drinking my whiskey out of the bottle
Wearing a hoodie and jeans.
I’m not fancy.
What did you expect?
A shiny dress and a glass of wine?
I’m not like that every day.
I’m here in this real world
Body without soul,
While my essence exists
Beyond this realm,
On the other side
Of this dimension
I’m forced to live in.

About Surabhi Pandey 291 Articles
A former TV Presenter at Doordarshan Delhi​, Surabhi is the author of 'Nascent Wings' and 'Saturated Agitation'. She is a freelance journalist focused on Lifestyle and Social commentaries. She has been writing in this space for six years. Her work has appeared in numerous media outlets, including the Times of India, YP SG, Lifestyle Collective, Youth Ki Awaaz and Re:ad Poetry among others. She also writes Tech articles that have appeared on Tech Collective, Kr Asia, SBO.SG, SYNC PR, Entrepreneur and e27. She is the founder of The Vent Machine.

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