Moments Of Self Reflection

By Dhruv Tangri

Like dusting colors from the wings of a dead butterfly,

I shed my pride, trade my joy for gloom and sorrow,

The feeling of repentance creeps upon me,

Like the shoots of an evil tree that bears forbidden fruits.

Who knew blue bruised eyes look pretty too, in a broken relationship with thorny roots?

They make me bleed out my sins when I sit and wail at what I did yet again,

Who knew the sweet forbidden fruits could taste bitter too?

My eyes red like ruby from sleeplessness,

My tears dry from helplessness,

I hold onto hope as long as I can like a drop of water hanging from a broken tap.

I welcome you all to the show,

With a bouquet of black roses sprouting from bloody snow,

To watch me fall into oblivion with my broken dreams too.

I masquerade with demons who see through my disguise, 

The same demons conjure me when I look into their eyes, 

I see the curse of the blinding light right before I fall to my demise.

By Dhruv Tangri