Something Superficial

The acts of superficiality become a formidable cage after some time

Tightly wound in a convoluted pattern

The wired patterns strangle the real essence

Immense effort of the toiling minds behind the deeds

Time, twisted and forced to a grotesque meaning, crooks reality

Delicate senses just evaporate like the fine fragrance

Unable to bear the cunning dilemma between life and utter vanity

Split images, reflections off the finely-crafted crystals are still awry

One cannot fathom the staleness of the perfumes- a tale of perfumers compositions in an uneven order

A little drop of customisation does satisfy the flippancy

Losing the true essence and sublimity in a tale that is narrated frivolously


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