I do not know about it
but my heart will surely
confine Solitude, if ever ...
Well it did. It happened, and i.
I don't know how and when,
it's just one morning.
I am the only one, who objectify
laziness in the house, maybe that's why
i extract a relationship all like this,
from a Lamp.
As i be alone, alone every night.
That orange-gold fiery color burning,
as i gaze it out through my window.
Where it used to be, hanging.
Just visualising it and sometimes
I think of mistakes in the past.
Mistakes take me to those moments &
they reflect memories.Memories that
come at night, sneak out
through my eyes and take me
to another time. To a happier me.
Well, Sometimes.
One day as i woke up i saw that it's
all shattered, Left was just clay.
It was just here counting years, ohh!
what a weird journey to mortality.
Now, in these nights i seek that
Light of a Lamp. Or is it you,
Grandma. My Lamp. The Light i seek.
But i see only a Portrait, Hanging.
Through my window. Every Night.
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