Reflection by Geetika K Bakshi

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 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 know 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