Over writings on the wall
Neon colours graffiti et al.
In the alleys on my heart
Permanent markers
Can't wipe this art
So many summers
Monsoon rains
Balmy winters
Springs floral curtain
I have seen it all
Mountains rivers and plains
So what is more
To enrich my core
To help me grow
And open new doors
I am done with
All this strain
Of living a life
Like a puppet in chains
One day I will unshackled restrains
Tell all stories, no pains to go in vain