Fossils of estranged lust;
A spark of wisdom once they held,
Only to see itself fade and intellect rust.
Staring they were from all nooks.
Their lance like focus penetrating deep into mine bones;
For days I am with them.
Their silent breath replying to my gasps..
The asphyxiating claustrophobic clasp of their daunting images
,All revolting at the sinister self , at the betrayer!
Heartless illusions, Once i controlled them with the reins
Used this opportunity they have!
For a long time have I been locked in this room of mirrors.
The damned reflections occupying its outcrops
Daunting the self over their due denial
An exit should i find from this carnival!
