Just Four walls...

It's my four walls and me....

That together try to create an absurd camaraderie.

Those four walls I try to embellish,

With delicate hands, whose tender care they relish.

Alongside, Time keeps extending it's help to me,

Morphing my walls into what they never used to be !

But I am to carry on, with all my passion,

Decorating them, defying situations that sadden.

I put a hazy picture of a house on one wall,

The house aint big, but it's happy colors embrace all.

On another, I use red and pink satins,

Making random designs; The "sweet nothings"...

My third wall stares blankly at me,

As I turn my head and it's foggy black eyes befuddle me...

Finally I turn once more, and smile at the million decoratives hanging,

This wall is a blur of thousand colors, each one forcefully compelling.

But this is not a house, for it has no roof..no rooms, no people at all...

No, i don't have a home, a home like the one that's hanging on one of my walls..

-It is just my Dreams, My love, Emptiness, and The Present...

It's just my four walls and me, as their only tenant...