the sun was up but her room was in its darkest
when the most awkward smile faded off on its palest
and no matter how she closed her eyes
Reality kept on knocking
oh could you lay down your cards this time?
than play knives with your sugarcoated sayings?
give me my blanket, my pillows and the truth
are you the flame burning and am I the moth?
I’m not here to beat around the bush
I’m not here to give meanings to your every hush
So I dared, took courage, to let Reality enter
and then I, on that room was at first, bewildered
gazing on how Reality brightened every corner
atlast! I was awaken from that awful nightmare