I want to let my 

Imagination fly wild

Colours splash everywhere

Like a painter painting

In the air

Emotions all bottled up

Have reached the bottle rim

Let the pressure flow out

And make my life less grim

It seems years, I  looked

Into the mirror for the image

I had cooked

The shine has vanished

The glass is dust patched

My doors it seems for aeons

Had been latched

I want to write

To be free once more

And want the poet to emerge

From within my insane core

Which may not remain

So insane anymore

If I don't make attempts

To touch the lost me

On the other side

Of the dirty mirror....