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