Sitting in a corner,
as I dream, yellow light falls on me,
thinking i am  an art,
I feel like a successor.

dark light ruling my room,
as  I laugh at my creation,
that the heaven cries with me,
for my heart might stop, for the fiction.

Plugs on,lights off,
sparkles spread on,the boredom is put off,
curses, there it came ,sigh ,it goes
as my breathe, at its slow phase.

Shadows in shape of love,
mixed emotions to plough,
for this life, my respect as a bow,
And,now,my idea is put to sow.