Drama, they shout.
I reply with a shrug.
How about a dance, I wonder
Would they buy the guile?
I stare at my stoned ring
It seems to hold the reflection
A mirage of a world lost
In its vibrant hue.
My anklet silver twinkles
Winking at my escapades
Sketched by my dreams
Glittering in its stories.
The magnificence of my necklace
Brings in its brilliance
The simple lines of joy
Entwining the element of life.
All these elements ropes in
My drama, be it in life itself.