Casting a mirage,
Smoothing the sharp edges.
Making things appear enticing,
Vicious expectations are inviting.
The wondrous fantasies you envision,
With twinkling eyes and bouncy feet
You jump in split decision,
Waiting for the arms
Strong yet sweet.
As the fog clears out
Scream erupts at the sight of black hole.
You will be lost if you fall.
But to save your heart and soul
You need to grow wings,
With no lethal strings,
Towards the brilliant blue sky.
At the clouds that floats by.
©ANKITA SINGHAL 2015