She’s a teen of 17
Daydreaming, a crazy freak!!
The room’s terrific,
Bed’s improper, blanket-
A replica of Himalayan peaks.
Bags empty, books scattered,
The wardrobe screaming
At the top of its lungs.
Pen and cap, one sock from other
Both separated by means of distance,
Like a soldier from his beloved mother.
Stuffed bear competing with the pillow,
For the comfort zone is
Mourning like a widow
For the sleepless nights that follow.
But there is a feeling of completeness,
Like everything is happy and lively.
The shining stars on the ceiling,
Provide peace on the darkest of the morning.
Walls have a story to dictate,
Of the persistent hardwork that pays.
Music is a constant companion,
Inspiring to keep going on.
She meets failure
But still succeeds,
She’s a hardcore
She never quits.
Yes, maybe she is insane
But she’s a Rubic’s-
A Beautiful Mess !!