Boundary
If the decision written in red on the road,
is to be considered history
and there is no other option left,
than getting the lintels installed on our windows,
then what difference does it make whether you scream loudly
or I disappear with the sound of silence?
Long ago, you broke the glass jungles with your palm
and pasted your handprints on the walls with red colours
and your morning at home used to start with the sunlight on those marks
The jungles of light disappeared with the dark roads
When did the dreams solidify like concrete and what remained were those few decisions which whispers and noises combine to make history!
You are not the only one to blame
When did I try to be with you
I kept getting entangled and broken by the lines drawn by me
Frightened by my own beliefs
I remained safe within my own boundaries
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day ☺️🙏 @vikbuddy
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