Your frail crystal fascination,
Dreams lie like fragments on the floor,
Your desires lost, feelings crumpled,
You see life like a translucent confinement
Inferiority plastered within gaze;
Beauty hidden trough prisimic despair,
Screams become echoes of madding nightmares,
Figurines of glass lie tarnished, on the floor of your sorrow
Crippled, lost beneath the diffusion;
The illusion of the cruel paranoia scorn,
Smile unleashes uncomfortablity,
The unicorn of bliss pulverized by the opined savior that never was
Your silence, vulnerable and destroyed by;
Momentary indulgence too severe to bear,
Your naked flaw exposed; by withdrawn sense of conscience,
Yet reality flairs up immediately, infirmity retires into darkness
By Nisha Mirza
