How far have I come
from there, from there
where I had left things incomplete
in between
maybe I have come so far that the road seems blurry
but sometimes when I think of that road I feel the pain as if,
as if it was just yesterday
I don’t have guts to walk back because it’s far, it’s tough and it’s lonely.
Maybe leaving in between was a mistake
A mistake that has left the feeling of emptiness in me
And I can’t decide whether it’s harder to fill this emptiness or to deal with it.
And this road is reminded to me by the four walls
The walls that hides the beauty that is beyond
Beyond the walls that I built myself, beyond the people I want, beyond that road and roads there is one beautiful landscape that shows the rainbow of life
Maybe that rainbow is beyond my reach but it looks beautiful from where I see.
Maybe leaving things incomplete was a complete action in itself or maybe a mistake or maybe..
How about not giving it any label or justification
Get out of those four walls that reminds you of that road
Get rid of your grey walls to see the pinks of life
Some People have left the entire book in between I have just left the chapter.
Devangshri.