life is a pattern

of abstracts

a sequence of

constant chaos

when one thing

blurs into another

when people

use one another

lies that form cobwebs

like venomous snakes

when people

are actually

what they hide

when colors

fuse into rainbows

but hearts

collide with

opposite reactions

Life is definitely a pattern

a game of chess

where one

makes you a pawn

innocence corrodes

and simplicity is mocked

to be valued

you need to be complicated

they say

when they point fingers

at you

when they gossip

about you

and forget to

see the cage

they gradually build for self

it is all abstract

a very structured,

planned pattern 

themed ‘abstract’!

Love,

Chinmayee