It was good shiny yet cold

Day dawns this way in December

Lazy me mid twenties old

Woke up to fix up closet of timber

I own a cute, fragile closet

I keep all my darks there away

Sundays are made to offset

I do the day just in my way

So, I did open it up

Few things just fell down

My emotions all in group

Too much to rundown

You know, I love my darks

But I just be there on Sunday

For long week I carry its marks

And I unfold myself on that day

It’s my closet with huge drawers

I keep original of mine there

Then I dress up fake powers

I actually live the nightmares

I would love to die but not to live

If you take away the closet from me

It’s because you cannot forgive

My closet is mine and it’s just me

Cannot turn up my doors to open

May be the key I wouldn’t leave

Only Sundays are the days to happen

For week I am locked as unreal Adam for Eve

                                                                                        ~ Satya Prakash Singh

                                                                                                  Ahmedabad, India