Vanity

In this Cup of Vanity..i die to fickle emotions......

At the start, a brighter day it seemed to be,

By noon it grew dimmer..

At the end 'twas emotions overflowing;

I sink in tears and sleep in it..

Ever-Looking for Platonic love

"Seemingly" attainable peace, in vain.

 

Quashed dreams pain the most,

Even more when ratified the deserving

Harvest i'll never reap.

Devastating Loud silence;

Dreary, Shallow depressions,agitations,

Where art thou, my soul?

 

In this cup of vanity filled with fickle emotions

I drown most of the times.

Caged in solitude,

Born in wilderness to creativity..

 

Eyelashes darkened to allure,

With a backdrop of dark circles and hollowness i endure,

Blame the Cupid for the wrong timing

For making me another Narcissus,

Yes i am sick, suffering SOS (self obsessed syndrome)!

 

Emptiness of mind,

Whether naive or funny, least accepted,

Disgusting feelings,

My Ugly Cheshire cat's smile and unfulfilled miles ahead,

Wish i was born with blue eyes and silver spoon

Wish i enter an epoch filled with dreams, again,

Forget Insatiable needs and

the dump discontent, lest it turns greedy!

 

Crazy, Yes, i am..

Vanity, I know that's my story..

 

                              -Nishadha's