There is something about these walls
Which makes me feel elated
It fills the empty halls
Of my mind
It's just so much closely related
To me, it's become a part of me
It's a part of my memory.
Walls are white, blank and emotionless
But these walls are different for me
When I touch it, I hear voices
Of laughter, cries and victory,
Everything that I went through
Now a memory
Trapped inside these empty walls
The bleak, chipped off plastered walls
Are not just made of bricks
They are for me made of thick, thick,
Experiences, gone through so many situations,
It has eyes and ears
And with it a heart so sweet,
And when I place my ear against it,
I could hear it beat.
Yet there are times when we have to leave,
When we have to move away like always,
When after all these joys we have received,
We have to make a different choice.
Away we go from the heart-full being,
Trapping away our memories
In these bleak and empty walls,
We fill our emotions, and without withdrawal,
It seeps away everything,
And keeps away our secrets
Forever with it.
The walls aren't just white bricks,
They are a part of someone's incomplete soul,
We don't know what someone hid,
Under it before they went away,
If you don't believe that walls keep secrets, walls have hearts too,
Then go to them and just try whispering, "Hey."
Memories are trapped within the walls. Walls witness a lot of things you aren't aware of.