I Love My Company Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

In a world of my own.
A master of my own fate.
I m not lonely without my imagination.
And am not lonely without my dreams.
Friends are like the weather.
Unpredictable to say the least.
Sit in my world on a grassy knoll.
Watching the clouds roll by.
Don quixote could live in my universe.
As mine is as real as my words.
Stuck in a callcentre like sheep in a pen.
Slipping between work and my ever ranging glen.
Monarch of my fate, I return home to contemplate.
My dreary fate.
Boredom has beset me.
But my world of escape keeps in two.
Unlike others I can choose to come and go.
Where others choose to stay in their imaginary bode.
I love my company.
When conversations fade to backgorund noise.
With my switchj, I go and run throygh the forest alone.
Naked as a baby.
A golden woman in my woods so familar.
Running thorugh as in marathon.
Getting lost in my copse off my desire.
She is hot enough to spark a campfire.
Reaches my river and swims across.
Where I have standing.
Water cascading her natural self.
Aware of my presence.
We both did make imaginary love.
I went back to work and made sure.
That the entrance to my world was sealed shut.
I love my company and company is muself.