By Kavya Zala
Seasons ain't certain
neither your chosen people are
underline the chaos
there’s your sky so far
corner in the mirror
explicit the connections it adheres
easily sold to your temporary everyday
be it a watch or people who’s also lost in their way
corner in the mirror
calls you a lier
saw your tears
even if it didn’t drop
vex is your false rigidity
past is where you find actual tranquility
corner in the mirror
finest unless acceptance withins
the attachment’s a savoury
tastes subtle till the end thread of its memory
too many metaphors aint a elite
quirky how your hopes refines
corner in the mirror
understands you deep
awry for a lot
mainly how attachments in seasons you bloat.