hey there!
is it you?
have you already opened the foggy windows?
and removed a layer of pancakes
it’s time to go to bed
now,
embrace yourself
Pat yourself
wipe your face with wet tissue
apply oils and portions
which will rejuvenate your inner self
Say thanks for all and kindness you dealt with sheer Elegance
apologize for the bad done by you as you ain’t a Saint
living inside the dark dome
nothing shines,
nothing could change the fate
Either it’s you as a prey
or the one who slays
not worrying about the visions and interpretations
of cruel crowd crashing your spirit

you play the violin
the song of Manhattan
the cafe you adored for its music
your fingers are Juvenile tips
who knows the language of flowers
now they are burnt at the endings
revealing deeper wounds
while painting hell with the glitter of hope
far from grasping reality
I sleep on a dream pillow
feather touch on my cheek
wearing a red dress with firework embroidery
these fireworks are just a reflection of me
this is how
I feel when my reflection is staring back at me.