Camouflaged

Cocooned within, all over again
she now tends to guard herself
from incoherence which once had become
a way of her life
& then, wrecked her down into pieces
when reality dawned upon her
now, evanished in memories
under the fog, behind the bars
away from the heart,
yet leaving traces in the soul
a missing thread or the cloak itself
perplexed & stupefied
she bears the loss with all the ache
nonetheless, the thearetical representation of  self
that the world gets to see
which she tactfully mimics
with a curve on her face
giving out the message that she is contained
thus, making her existence
in the human jungle sustainable
also leaving behind trail of enviousness
mistaken by her jolly mask,
masses look upto her
as the splendid case of
all-encompassed blessing & bliss
how long? she asks herself,
to evade the consistent agonizing spasms
will she bloom again
with all her spirit, zest & vigour
or get dragged to self-assassination
TIME  shall reveal one day,
only if she exists to see what it plans to show