Fading....

The ME who I met yesterday

On the surface of a pale blue mirror

Fails to recognise the Me of today

Every moment, lived and suffered

Every thought, voiced and buried

Every face, seen and unseen

Every word, heard and unheard

Every tear, spilt and unspilt

Induces in me an awaited death 

And a torturous rebirth

Every Wish, Every Dream

Every Regret, Every Memory

Draws me differently and truly

Sketches of a capricious self

The Princess who was born today

Found nights in her day and faded away

The Princess who was born Yesterday

Saw the darkness of light and faded away

Princess for a moment, Beggar for the rest

And a Queen only at Deaths footsteps

Fading Now..

Fading..

Fading..

Now,

Born in the morn