Take me to a place where there is adventure
A place of winding roads
A place that feet long to explore
A place where we never get tired

Take me to a place of peace
A place where we love with our souls
A place where we talk with our eyes
A place where the bees never sting

Take me to a place of heaven
A place where our smiles are the lights
A place where happiness noursihes us
A place where we sit next to God

Take me to a place where there’s no conformity
A place where freedom reigns
A place where liberty does not sit still
A place where we are neighbours with fraternity

Take me to that place

It must be the greatest feeling to be truly happy with yourself and your situation; Like actually be at the place where you are able to accept that you need to forget what’s gone, appreciate what still remains and look forward to what’s coming next. Heavens, is that difficult! Our little world – the place that we all escape to, is the gift that can never be opened by anyone else. My little world is consumed with words: words of greats, legends , poets. Words are my escape, my own little hide-out. Sometimes, it’s even a guilty pleasure. Words, to me, are what boxing gloves are to Ali. For the time I’m with them, I am able to defeat crippling inhibitions and be champion of Self. My little world of words is my pocket of bliss against the hems of flames of the world.