I am still unwritten without words without feelings..
looking at the walls each night makes one feel the emptiness,the shallowness of your eyes make others worried,the night going in tears and deep thoughts,
its like staying a robbed house where nothing is left and nothing is urs accept the loneliess,the hatred,pain,griefs and a shadow without its soul..
each corner is wounded with either bitter memories or a room left with false laughter or with sleepless nights full of silence,
a hall left with sacrasm and harsh comments passed,
a dinning table left with dust and times when a family shared its bits and pieces,
there is so much of darkness that suffocation doesnt trouble at all its a habit now,
there are walls in relations now,
a piece of note on a walk..
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