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Taking the next step

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…..