The room is locked
the doors jammed
the window is shut
Dilapidated walls, paint worn out
the torn curtains motionless as dead leaves
the air hardly any brief
the shoddy light greets the visitor
for whom its an abode
lost is the key
on a broken street
with no beginning
no end
motionless and lifeless is the street
a clock running its own time
with no stopping by
hurried is the gaze
looking for a friend on streets
when was it
a year ago
two years ago
three years ago
or many decades
when no sunlight greeted the abode
its not heaven
nor the hell
who has the time to comment upon
disdain are the looks
disappointed the worker who lived
struggling and baring around
empty to the ground
no flowers
no breeze
did he ever try to unlock
how does it matter if there is no key ?
a shoddy light
with no breeze
an existence with only a name
no world to greet
what shall he write upon sheet
closed is the world
Scolded to open around
the counsellor for first time
asks him to put his mind out
tears lace the yes
dumbfounded as he is deprived
but no words to speak by
was he a mute?
no
he never spoke
and build a wall
the kindness that cherry blossoms move
as the plant that shoves
he tries to change
breaking the walls
moving the abode
to Baker Street
or the Wall Street
time kept him struggling
but he is determined to leap
even if breaking the only limbs left ….
A best of luck
best and warm wishes those leading the lead
those following
those struggling
those striving
and those trying to make ends meet…..