it was a starless night

when i got my glasses

for the first time

and i remember

that i cried

and slowly died

for getting tied

to a weight on the bridge

of my cute red nose

that'll sit close

for the whole of my life

oh what a strife!

what an interruption

to my sense of privacy!

but eventually,

i got to accept the sense

of sheer intimacy

i had with this

little piece of plastic

and my heart molded

like flexible elastic

to befriend it,

the poor little being!

because i liked it,

its quality to embrace

my foreign face

as its own

and i didn't feel

that i was so alone

amidst a society

of false satisfactions

for unexisting fractions

of a lonely heart..

and i liked it,

the way i could open

my eyes to rushing air

as it kissed my hair

on my bus ride home

while all other peeps

would squint their eyes

'n' couldn't explore birds

spanning the blue skies

for they had no shelter

to guard their sight

oh what a state of plight!

and i liked it,

the way i took them off

whenever they got dirty

'n' rubbed them lightly

to the soft fabric

of my cotton shirt

oh to have this plastic

to teasingly flirt

with my barren soul

oh such a cute way

to silently console

my boring day!

and i fell in love

with its brilliant quality

to portray the reality

but more than that

i adored the way

this reality seeped

into imagination

as i took it off

sometimes in fascination

to explore the blur

world around

which made everythin'

look so dreamy

as if i had fallen

amidst a fairytale

away from harsh hail

of striking reality

and made me think

of 'Once upon a time...'

on the brick layered

wet pavements

of the city life

as if they were

the soft passageways

reeling their paths

on lovely rainy days

in a crystal castle!

oh how easy it was

for me to escape

the blows of reality

by taking it off,

my plastic glasses,

as a ticket of fantasy

that no one could find

with their clear sight

which was too bright

that it never could hide

the 'real' stuff and pain

from their perfect eyes

'n' made them go insane

for they had no choice

to switch in between

the real 'n' imaginary,

the seen and unseen...

oh what a catastrophe

they used to face

for they couldn't enter

the land of dreams

by not havin' its passes

oh what a tragedy

to be clear-sighted

'n' to not have glasses!