Lost Random Chatter

A coolness in my eyes- a blue malformation in the air- closer closer closer- and a smooth transition without sound..

A smile from the mirror...bold black lines....

An angry friction.. A transluscence descends over the veil ..
Erosion that no eye can see...

"Oh you foolish vain thing!".... "Quick now"

....thank god for the blurring- a relief from the pain..
Thank God that I still can see...

It is back to redefining boundaries- stating facts.... a square black frame-overstated, hostile!

And when you think of me stranger, you remember the girl with the glasses..
You missed the kaajal..
You missed the smile...

But it is as clear as crystal.... I am learning not to mind...