A window in my room

A window in my room

Pink, yellow and white

Gives me a glimpse

Of life outside.

A dark room

With no light inside

The window in my room

Enlightens the space with it’s wisely eyes.

A lone figure

Engrossed with the ghostly past

Looks through the window

Of the worldly charm,

A glimpse of life

From the floor of death

I dive deep into the conscience of hell,

And back with a realisation

The window in my room

Saves me a day of procrastination.

A future of uncertainty

A life without a beginning

Looking for a dignified end

Amongst the four walls of cruelty.

The wind shutters the window panes

Yet it stands at its place

Still presenting me the theatre called ‘world’

The world that cares least about my past

Open its arms for a feisty start.

In a new land, with new hopes

I start afresh in a pool of blood

Rising from the misty land of love

In capital of the fallen world

I stay near the house of rust.

Shaken by the words of trust

I lay beneath the forgotten earth

For whom, I shall be chastised

He lives on a land of Gold,

Of shiny, shimmering smiles of lies.

The fog appears to thicken now

Nauseated with images of past,

My yearning for the solitude

Is gifted from a seasoned heart.

A new journey I set to embark

Miles away from the pain I endure

Where my dreams will no longer be yours,

Where my heart will never be forged,

Where I would no longer be left alone,

Where I would die on my own.