Spilled wine and broken bottles
Half torn love letters
Dusty sketches and abandoned colors
Black and white closed shutters
Faded laughter hangs around the place
The walls are marked by an old young face
But the curtains sing of arguments
And the glass doors reflect the cracks and dents
The dreams have gone for a hike on the moon
Every night they promise to return soon
The vows are still set
And grin from the shining photo frame
The sun shines through the windows
Every moment waits and borrows
Its warmth until its dark again
To shiver through rains of disdain
Half torn love letters
Dusty sketches and abandoned colors
Black and white closed shutters
Faded laughter hangs around the place
The walls are marked by an old young face
But the curtains sing of arguments
And the glass doors reflect the cracks and dents
The dreams have gone for a hike on the moon
Every night they promise to return soon
The vows are still set
And grin from the shining photo frame
The sun shines through the windows
Every moment waits and borrows
Its warmth until its dark again
To shiver through rains of disdain
2 comments:
Hey, Hi
that was amazing...so beautifully captured...it rings so true...you have weaved magic here...the realities, so nicely penned through a different perspective...
luved it...honestly, not just sayign it.. ;-)
Regards,
Eon Heath...
Bahut achhi hai :)
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