If I was she I would have promised you the rainbow

And even the sky beneath

A little bit of vanilla spray

And some petals here and there

If I was she your heart would not have been emptied of love

A promise never broken

A soul never shaken

And we would have traveled far- traveled the dead ends too

With a giggle and some tinkling sounds on the cycle we mend

On the path of the promised rainbow

Not a tear to shed…not a single heart which bled

Pseudo words make a mirage

In a perfectly bordered quarantine

Insomnia strikes back

Hallucination at its best

Guy de Maupassant ‘dwells within

As dark as a Kafka

The juke box rattles with un cleared coins

Still singing the song of a ghetto

The ballads take a back seat with a smirked face

Insanity I love thee-the call of the anthem

The above- a peep in my mind where the chemical imbalance has its own cadence set- Almitra loses her mind