Knock knock
Anybody inside?
No response....
Is it still alive?
It is a beautiful red house filled with sanguineness. But what will beauty do in isolation. It is someone’s abode. Someone who do not even care. It won’t allow any trespasser to step in. It prefers waiting for that elusive housemate.
The red walls sing for him, it dances in belief that yes he is about to come. But he never does turn up.
Is he also seeking this red house?
Or is it an enless wait the destiny of which ends in eternity.
No no! wait! red house beats again and start singing for him; it says, "see he is coming.."
Anybody inside?
No response....
Is it still alive?
It is a beautiful red house filled with sanguineness. But what will beauty do in isolation. It is someone’s abode. Someone who do not even care. It won’t allow any trespasser to step in. It prefers waiting for that elusive housemate.
The red walls sing for him, it dances in belief that yes he is about to come. But he never does turn up.
Is he also seeking this red house?
Or is it an enless wait the destiny of which ends in eternity.
No no! wait! red house beats again and start singing for him; it says, "see he is coming.."
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