These v/s Those

These days I'm living in my self-built dream world
But those nights I'm facing this demolished real world
These thoughts are keeping me continuously awake
But those actions are degrading me, making me a fake

These words are flowing directly outta my mouth
But those sounds are coming indirectly from the south
These beats are matching with the beats of my heart
But those rhythms are tearing my insides apart

These visions are vaguely showing me the way
But those illusions are clearly leading me astray
These hopes are filling me, till throat, with joy
But those fears are making me puke, turning me to a toy

These feelings are burning, making a ditch in my chest

But those emotions are mounting me on hill, for the test

These memories are haunting me, possessing my head

But those regrets are making me wish that I was dead

These dreams are giving me, to live for, a purpose

But those realities are making me quite nervous

These fantasies are helping me to be bold

But those truths are making me burn with cold

These echoes of unity are roaming in everyone's mind

But those practices of inequality are shaking the mankind

These politicians are saying "We will strengthen our democracy."

But those policies they are making, gradually turning to Autocracy

I recall someone said, "There is a limit to hypocrisy."