In a nebulous reminiscence of a gloomy room

 Illuminated by visual display luminescence, I could see me

Gazing Barbie, which were inside the TV.

An inquisitive rumination surfaced concurrently,

That I would exist on the globe

To gape my animated shows.

I was then six and when I grew a little more

An another pretty thought clashed with elderly thought

That I would not live on the mother globe.

But, I would encounter her after few months

When my para suit would touch her knees.

Then, I could have recognition of aeronautics.

I didn’t know, did everyone think like this?

Or it just occurred to me.

Why did I always change my beliefs?

At twelve, I was embarrassed by some young aunties,

Who didn’t cogitate that I was pretty

As I was brownish skinny and the countenance was dusky.

The anger of this insult emboldened me for a fair vengeance.

And an another idea occurred to me,

That from twenty, I would live as a stubborn, mini dressed, black lips beauty.

Who would not tolerate anything.

Obstinateness would perfectly define me

And that’s how I would  further  exist elegantly.

But I erased everything completely, when I turned fourteen.

My heart softened and the encephalon set for an another destiny.

In the magnetic melody, I thought I would live to cherish.

My thought were unsettled and will be unsettled.

A seagull settles on a hard rock, but flutters to dancing trees in the zephyr,

To feel the curiosity closely or to live again happily.

And now I know we exist to live happily.

Life is just a mistimed mirage.

And that’s why, we hallucinate it.