wall

Turning behind I look at you..
You stood there for years...
You watched my pain & pleasure...
My laughter & cries...
You recognize my touch ...remember my odor...
Everyone passing by it never acknowledged you...
For them you were useless....a hindrance...a stop mark...
They felt you as a metaphor of an end..
But for me you was something else...a lot more...full of life...
As a child I scribbled on you..
I grew up peeling your paint... At teen I lied gazing at you from the bed for hours together....
Those days sprinted....
You didn't worry about the coffee stains....nor the ant's journey....
Didn't ask for a fan on a sunny day....Nor shivered at snowy nights...
You hear all my secrets....but never you blurted out anything....
Longing for a company to talk .. Waiting for an opportunity to walk... You stand there wishing the impossible...
You stand there watching the misconceptions....watching everyone's game...
You know the truth but can't b called for witness ...
Lucky u r a wall...
Else u too would have been roped to enact this drama of meaningless life !!!!