White White were those walls, Tainted in time. The dark oil patches, The steams and smoke. Dreams buried within each drop. Yes, the walls of kitchen... Painted all in tears and blood. The blood of killed dreams. The tears of mere body alive. And they say of funeral... To have the most tears flown. And of battlegrounds, For the count of blood drops. But these kitchen walls! They have witnessed the most of these. ©Sup_holster

Sup_holster

White I walk alone clasping two little hands, A fury of events, And ...... we were left with none ! Two pairs of eyes Gave me all the comfort..... One black , One grey And ..... together we built a fort. The walls were made of love and happiness, It got bombed with docs and numbness!! Now that I clasp only one for the grey is nowhere My little one shields me as sobs knock the blare. I sneak through days and nights alike praying to heavens to keep your smile bright. As your face is all over us hope you know we are still US ©Preeti Babbar

Preeti Babbar

White White were those walls, Tainted in time. The dark oil patches, The steams and smoke. Dreams buried within each drop. Yes, the walls of kitchen... Painted all in tears and blood. The blood of killed dreams. The tears of mere body alive. And they say of funeral... To have the most tears flown. And of battlegrounds, For the count of blood drops. But these kitchen walls! They have witnessed the most of these. ©Sup_holster

Sup_holster

White I walk alone clasping two little hands, A fury of events, And ...... we were left with none ! Two pairs of eyes Gave me all the comfort..... One black , One grey And ..... together we built a fort. The walls were made of love and happiness, It got bombed with docs and numbness!! Now that I clasp only one for the grey is nowhere My little one shields me as sobs knock the blare. I sneak through days and nights alike praying to heavens to keep your smile bright. As your face is all over us hope you know we are still US ©Preeti Babbar

Preeti Babbar