I look out from my window..
I see the moments passing by..
Like a train of colours ..
Unhinged, unabashed...
The world seems so oblivious..
To the storm that lies..
Inside of me..
The fire that hides..
Behind my eyes..
The stories that are written..
Behind the closed doors.
The scars I hide behind my smiles..
The tears I hide behind my laughters..
I let my thoughts drown..
In the forbidden liqour of the glass
In the gray smokes..
Of death between my fingers..
And wonder..
When did my world..
Get so detached
From the world outside..
When did I build these walls..
And stop participating in the rush of colours
That touch everyone but me....
When did I choose a window..
To apathetically watch
The moments passing by..
Like a train of colours ..
Unhinged, unabashed..