Thought's Regime Poem by ritwika raha

The eyes gaped at the sky,
At the stars so fiery
Through the casement half closed
Drooped and weary!

It pulled up itself
To let the eyes gaze
From its miry abode
At the ensnaring heavenly maze

A tear trickled down
Honeyed with a joyous flavor
All truths lost into the depths
Like a scent from a decadent cadaver!

Then it pulled itself down
Shutting the doors to the dream
And the eyes spoke in silence
It was all dream!

It wasn't the sky,
There were no stars either
In the painted canvas of mind,
It gets painted and then withers!

The curtains did veil them
All this time,
It was a melody of thought
In the'Thought's'regime.