I
still stand staring at those white walls,
They
say it did not depict any color at all
How
could I explain what I saw!
Years
had passed, but memories were still raw
There
was so much to it on another side,
Surreal
it felt, felt like rules I had to abide
Relations
I nurtured and cared became sour,
I
knew it ended even if I tried until last hour!
Now
that the wall was built to separate,
That
day I knew it was time to regret
Everything
felt apart, realized it was my mistake,
I
only wished if Life could give me a retake.
I
still think about trying all the ways,
Even
where every deed of mine turned grey
That
name will be swept away by another windfall,
But
I will still stand staring at those white walls!
Nice.
ReplyDeleteLooking at the white walls I see things spattered,
The walls are still white, but the feelings are shattered,
The whiteness can never be cleansed, for the plashes-
Are mixed with the murals of white splashes.