My Personalized Gallery

Once, I took hiatus from my thronging schedule,

And lay back, sipping some fresh tea,

And I suddenly burnt my tongue,

And a drop of tear slipped down my eye, before I could even realize

 

That drop suddenly crashed me into my past,

And I landed in the gallery of antecedents,

All my pains, suffering were painted with brutish colours

And my wit was stocked with a abrupt agony

 My failures lit up an entire wall,

While betrayals pounded the other,

Censures coated an entire room,

And losses pelted the roof

All this made me capsize into the depths of despondency

And I had not a fist to pull me up,

I lay there, dousing and flooding the room,

Until all those paints washed away.