Abeer (Dye)

I am wearing a garment,

way too oversized for me.

It's unique though, I must mention,

It's custom made, you won't find it in any store.

The fabric is softer than silk,

embroidered with experiences.

I wear it every single day,

on every single occasion.

It's absence makes me feel incomplete,

yet even when I am wearing it I feel naked.

It's blotched in places,

with ink of separation.

It's torn and ruffled at spots too,

too tattered to be sewn back together.

Each night I hop from shop to shop,

in search of a perfect shade of dye.

That I could drench my garment in,

and once again make it presentable to the world.

At times, it's a flaming red,

passion of which heals my garment.

Or sometimes its a queer blue or a daunting green,

that repairs and renews.

I soak my garment overnight in the dye,

and by the time the sun rises in the sky.

It is ready to be adorned again,

all set to dupe the mass again.

So next time you ask me - "What's the matter with your eyes? Haven't you slept all night?"

Take a note that I am wearing my garment.