The Pursuit

I longed to flee.
Flee from the traps of time bounded routines.
Directions that lead irrelevantly to sole destination;
Makes my soul bleed.

In the cringed space;
I yearn to spread my arms.
Close my eyes, though open but blind;
To shut the world around.

In solace, I see;
A world.
It never caught my notice before.
In me, a world.
Where I'd rather be.

A world where thoughts burgeon,
And understanding flourishes.
The hearts swells appeased;
Accommodating everyone's love and sins.
Posing the only limit of freedom.
Freedom to grow.

A world as one.
Does it really exist?
Not in practicality;
But I find it within me.

I am my world.
I encompass my world.
I envelop my world.
Now my world resides in me.