while on a hangout at sector 17 Chandigarharound CP the so called my love lane
I have ignored the hanging war room
like a tickking bomb in a dust bin near by
I wondered why the truth is not rosy
I have read too much of you
you never promised rose gardens
why this time I evade rose garden of reality
as if you are not with me
so are the roses
why you are on the other side of the road
I traverse day by day
nights are simply horrible
I get jostled too much
so I do paint roses for you
I have heard the chirping bird
It bled to make the petal red
a heart may find its niche
why the blizzards struck only the heart
whilst the brain is never optimistic of its wishes
why these wishes are made at all
I see the war room beside
at the spot where I hanged out with you thoughts at my nerves
why the reality is in your hands
I wish the war room should have roses
source: shipra.v
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