Who am I?
Just a room.
I am the one with just four pink walls.
I am the one who made to accommodate.
Accommodate her in specific.
Accommodate all of her.
She came in with her warm smile,
Excited to dress me like her kingdom.
Innocence and fear of making me her friend forever.
She danced around in the empty me,
She danced around when she filled me with her other belongings.
But this girl was not like the other people I have embraced.
She never slept in me.
But often she came inside, with the highest of her emotions.
She came in with a storm in her.
A hurricane of rage.
With a vessel full of despair in her.
She came in with her not perfect but melting smile.
She came along with her dreamy eyes,
Thinking of going and escaping the cage she is into.
She came in with the dilemma she had with her hormones.
She always came in with the stupidest
To the most wildest of her dreams.
She kept me the most untidy, but also decorated me with her dreams.
She came in with the magic called HOPE.
Where she lied heartbroken but yet saw a ray of hope.
I saw her being the most strong girl and turning into a punching bag.
I saw her battling everyday, with her illness,
With her love, with her imperfections, and specially her mother.
Who once had been her best friend and now turned into her greatest fist of rage.
I saw her making love to the man,
She woke all night and talked to him,
So that he stays and they live happily ever after.
She had all those gossips with her sister who is also her best friend.
In me.
Where I stood watching her.
She cried all night in silence, hiding her face in the pillow.
But there..
I stand there, with just a curtain to flow on her face and make her realise,
That I am always there.
But I am me.
A room, a materialistic beginning and end.
I can only be personified,
But cannot pacify a broken soul like her.
Or cannot laugh in her merry making.
I cannot sway with her when she talks to him romantically.
But despite of my helplessness.
I am man made, a man made me devoid of every human feeling.
But they forgot.
Walls too have their ears.
I am a room.
But today I speak,
Through the eyes of the ruler,
To whom I am a silent slave.
Just a room.
I am the one with just four pink walls.
I am the one who made to accommodate.
Accommodate her in specific.
Accommodate all of her.
She came in with her warm smile,
Excited to dress me like her kingdom.
Innocence and fear of making me her friend forever.
She danced around in the empty me,
She danced around when she filled me with her other belongings.
But this girl was not like the other people I have embraced.
She never slept in me.
But often she came inside, with the highest of her emotions.
She came in with a storm in her.
A hurricane of rage.
With a vessel full of despair in her.
She came in with her not perfect but melting smile.
She came along with her dreamy eyes,
Thinking of going and escaping the cage she is into.
She came in with the dilemma she had with her hormones.
She always came in with the stupidest
To the most wildest of her dreams.
She kept me the most untidy, but also decorated me with her dreams.
She came in with the magic called HOPE.
Where she lied heartbroken but yet saw a ray of hope.
I saw her being the most strong girl and turning into a punching bag.
I saw her battling everyday, with her illness,
With her love, with her imperfections, and specially her mother.
Who once had been her best friend and now turned into her greatest fist of rage.
I saw her making love to the man,
She woke all night and talked to him,
So that he stays and they live happily ever after.
She had all those gossips with her sister who is also her best friend.
In me.
Where I stood watching her.
She cried all night in silence, hiding her face in the pillow.
But there..
I stand there, with just a curtain to flow on her face and make her realise,
That I am always there.
But I am me.
A room, a materialistic beginning and end.
I can only be personified,
But cannot pacify a broken soul like her.
Or cannot laugh in her merry making.
I cannot sway with her when she talks to him romantically.
But despite of my helplessness.
I am man made, a man made me devoid of every human feeling.
But they forgot.
Walls too have their ears.
I am a room.
But today I speak,
Through the eyes of the ruler,
To whom I am a silent slave.
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