Once upon a time
she lit up the dull lachrymose night
she was a moon-god for the seamless sky
but now she draws herself
in the hush of her mind,
distancing herself
from the chaotic world outside
the world of masks
of the ga-ga romances
of those toxic faces
of poses
of feeble men, some stark-naked,
some strongly guarded, some terribly bored,
Her benevolent appearance
now consumes mysteries
she wants to rest until revival
now her wait is set with a fast,
for she's chocked by those absurdities
of the dog eat dog world outside
she draws herself, vague and slow
into a complex world of her own,
of perceptive melancholy
she gets strangled in her bewildered thoughts
un-traversed by wild
un-restrained, she enters
her everyday sojourn, she begins to rant and rave
about all those forgotten moments of joy and sorrow
ready to take on the world
with an innocence
and slowly her kohl smudged eyes veils my night
for she is abandoned on Alzheimer’s spite!