Under the tremors of an insomniac brain,
a gigantic palace in glass creaks objection;
of a not so successful adventure,
displaying our art in the midst of a moonless-night!
i might have been in suffocation,
of a once smoked cigar;
that filled my unexposed, unburnt canvas of heart;
with soot, ashes and tar;
a scar is a star in the memoirs where we are!
that leads us forever in this dark endless night,
for this overwhelming hypocrite-moon is a treacherous apprehension:
smiling and laughing with our merriment,
teasing and giggling at our teary-eyes!
arise sayeth that mutinous traces of a teen-boy,
pulling on to the brimaces of a slippery horizon,
alas! but my untied laces astound war;
how far?
who is there to help me capture her fall,
i had brought with me this spellbound jar.

© ahimalayanpoet