The world within ME

I, ME, MYSELF

Three words that are used so often

Almost unconsciously, but

They are more than just words

They represent the world within me

But barely describes it

I am dormant but never stagnant

The buzzing and the bustling can be

Heard by none

Other than me

And that is the very beauty

Of the world within ME

You may think I am lonely

And I would allow you to think so

Because I shall not be disturbed of

My solitude

Filled with eccentricity as well as morbidity

Constantly undergoing a vortex of changes

The world within me

Experiences the rains, the thunderstorms

As well as the bright sunlight

It may be ringing with laughter or

Shattered with sorrow,

Like there is no tomorrow.

Not always is this world with peace and stability

It does have its moments of fragility.

Is IT an insignificant element or a Whole?

Or is it what we call a soul?

Am I the reflection of the world?

Or is the world a reflection of me?

It is neither!

It is the horizon-

Inconceivable and inexplicable for eternity