Aura

If you are honest

I am an aura of bold honesty

Sanctioned all the ties

You do not even dare to wear it

In Night.

The things seem foolish

To people

I would like to write a chapter on it

Entitling “Here am I.”

The more you think 

The more you fail 
To get the narrative

That is sitting on the cold ice.

Slowly. It might be slowly

Things seem uninteresting

Now appears to blossom in the void.

Noises feel like background music

And I sing the song whose lyrics

I still try to write
Avoiding all the ties 
You sanctioned in the daylight 

                                                                          Smriti Thakur