By Ishita Agarwal
Steps in the room
Straight for the mirror
Bubbles blubbering on lashes!
And there goes it...
The hammer at aim
Bloodshed broken glass
In wounds of broken face
reshaping , resizing
Glass affixed back
Anyone could say that they
Saw red handed me
Painting the same
Inside smiled someone
Quite contrary of me
Compassing different aura
She is someone who
smirked in guile fury
Bloodshed broken glass
In the wounds of broken face
Now formed someone
Dark vile and evilsome
In the rythm of swaping character
A wish to switch heart
Alike others as they are
Widened her eyes as
Everything went dark
Her lonely leer as it echoed
Quiver i flinch away
Out the room sealed
Hung loose down the floor
Bubbles blubbering on lashes
Not now unknown
Of why i cherish me
Maybe not perfect atleast not dark
Maybe not a success
Atleast not harsh
Hung loose down the floor
Bubbles blubbering on lashes
vastness of the time
In hearts conscience
At the brim of Perpetual sea
Sat my heart calmer
With innocent me
Someone vile n dark
Dug in deep pride
Taught me by her great instance
character mustn't
Be hated or blamed
Cherish who you are
Value purity inside
For you are unique and festive
You needn't be them
You needn't a change
For you are the most imperfectly perfect!