Monday, July 8, 2019

White noise, empty room


You, you and you, I want you all to find your bottle of favourite whiskey and down it with your sorrows and miseries to become tipsily happy or happily tipsy.

I want you all to find your door to escape pain, while I stay back in the room, arranging on the wooden racks all those spasms and pangs you have left behind.

You, especially you, I want you to take giant strides toward your new life, where a warm hug could heal all those wounds I have inflicted on you.

And also you, who did not find peace with me, I want you to smile from ear to ear when you take a picture with your newfound joy.

O, and you, you should be able to see new places, write new stories and dance merrily on a Saturday night, just like you had always wanted to.

All of you, I will lock the door, once u leave and make sure nothing gets out.
The cats and elephants would stay with me, till I die.

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