Nupur Chaturvedi

Rejection is a powerful muse.
It forces you to look in the mirror,
But before that, it makes you embroider
Complicated illusions on a veil
That filter the image and make it seem
Diffused, multi-hued, surreal, anything but real,
And then, out come pretty phrases,
Masking the truth, clouding the mind
Spraying mists of scented lies,
That you inhale.
And then, when you look in the mirror again,
Through the mist, the cloud, the veil,
What you see is an untruth so mesmerising,
You beg for rejection again, and again,
In hope of becoming an artist.