Lightless Mirror...

It is a feeling..,after months and months,
The same floor came back though it is thousand of miles away

The same wall color is not the same wall color
Because they know what are the stories to tell

A dark violin brings its brightest light,
Cutting the heart through the thin silent air

A yellow sky is sleeping now
But a thought in me is the reason of restlesness

Yet again the wall looks at me,
A simple sign from the floor should give an answer

All the three places have this wooden floor,
All the three places hide this story from a heart


with smile,
ali