• pragyaverma 6w

    There was a time
    When the walls of my heart were clean
    I would paint it with colors of joy
    Whenever I wished

    Then you came...

    And we started writing on these walls
    Poems and dreams
    Vows and oaths
    Scribblings of yore

    You left...and its been ages
    I have painted the walls again
    And wrote..with someone special
    Sweet nothings and love yous
    Forevers and mores
    Those scribblings faded
    From the walls, from the memory

    Yet..in a corner of my heart
    I can still see
    Those scribbled words, hastily written
    No, it doesn't ache
    It just thinks of you sometimes.

    Hope you are doing good.