Sitting here by the lonely window,
I think of those hustling days,
And the beautiful colours of rainbow,
when happiness was scatter on all the ways.
The life which was happening and cheerful,
And the days when we made the sun glow,
We inspired the life to look meaningful,
And made the time pass just like rivers flow.
Now the reason has taken its toll,
The real me is dead long ago,
Every one have to find a suitable role,
But the only thing left is a dead shadow.
I am moving all along for no reason,
Traversing down the difficult lanes,
But why am I is an unanswered question,
And purposelessness of life still remains.
(my own creation)
