I still believe in you. I really wish to whisper that in your ears.You lay curled up in deep despair after a failed attempt  to destroy me and yourself.

I am your best  work . I fill this canvas with your whole being  subsumed in these shy and bold strokes . Pity that the world hasn’t still developed the eyes to see it. But it is just a matter of time. Perhaps you are ahead of time.

I am here waiting till you can see yourself again with your own eyes and not throgh  reactions  of men far behind  in time .